#but idk maybe it's just a big inside joke that i wasn't let in on

[wereh0gz]

Are ppl actually seriously saying Netflix is queerbaiting with the "sonadow" moment in the sneak peek for sonic prime s3 or is it all a joke I can't tell

[aryxchse]

the hot lifeguard. | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n : no one's requesting for my husband so i simp for him on my own (and with my girl annabeth chase ofc)

warnings ; cursing, you being a simp (totally not inspired from me), him being a simp, maybe nsfw mentions idk just horny teens, hot percy jackson, my baby annabeth because she's too cute for you to handle, ALSO LONG ASS FIC WTF, well you know me, i'm a sucker for daughter of hera trope

having a crush on percy jackson was normal in the campers.

he was hot, powerful, funny, sarcastic, kind, loyal, and believe me, the list goes on.

so when he started working as a lifeguard in the camp, suddenly everyone was in the water. he, the little shit he is, surfed once in a while too, to give a little show to the girls and boys. he was the aphrodite cabin's precious, which piper was disgusted. but he was proud.

today was another day for the camp to be at lake, swimming. annabeth dragged you out from the peaceful hera cabin, saying that you should at least get in the water to survive this hot weather. even though you wanted to stay inside, she was right, like always. the weather was hot and you started to get embarresed from the amount of times you asked jason to create a wind for you.

now you were going to use percy's element to cool down, which is, your secret crush.

"having a crush on percy isn't bad as you think." annabeth said quietly, carrying her and your beach bags. you, who was carrying the snacks and your surfboard, sighed. "oh yeah? i'm literally in a fucking cult annabeth. the 'i-have-a-crush-on-percy-too' cult. and believe me, there's so many of us."

annabeth laughed at you and found a good spot while you were rambling. she put the bags down on the sand and pulled out a blue picnic blanket to claim the area.

"i know the cult, i was a member of it when i was like, 12." she joked, now putting the bags on top of the blanket to keep it in place. "then i left, realising i wasn't really in the cult."

you smirked at her as you took off your big camp shirt, laying on the blanket with your matched blue bikini. "see? you should know what i feel."

annabeth shrugged, taking off her own camp shirt, leaving herself with her yellow swimsuit. "not really." she said. "besides, there's no one like you in the cult. you're quite famous yourself."

you raised an eyebrow at her, taking a lemonade from the little fridge standed beside you. "how so, blondie?" you asked, taking a sip.

"well, you're the only daughter of the famous hera, and literally the definition of good. everyone knows and loves you, you're always helping people. the little kids call you mom sometimes for gods' sake." she explained, and you chuckled.

"what's that have to do with percy?" you asked as you grabbed a diet coke from the fridge. annabeth groaned, taking the diet coke from your hand. "what i'm trying to say is, you probably have his attention already. you're as famous as him and you're literally gorgeous."

you 'awww'ed at annabeth which she gagged playfully. you left a kiss to her cheek. "thanks annie, but i'm only successful at being little boys first love. not getting the famous percy jackson's attention."

annabeth groaned louder, laying on her back. "man, people talk about the skinny white boy like he's some god." she said. "when he was twelve, he was basically a loser."

you laughed at her and stood up, taking your surfboard. "how nice of you to talk about him like that." you joked, and annabeth made thumbs up to you. "anyways babe, i'll surf a little. there's a lotta good waves goin' on right now."

annabeth looked at the ocean and sighed. "you sure? it looks dangerous today." she said, and you only giggled at her worries. "oh please, you know i'm good at surfing as much as percy."

"yeah, sure. don't let piper hear that'." annabeth yelled after you as you walked away. you waved at her without turning back.

you looked around a bit. the apollo kids was blasting music in the food corner, which was now full of demigods. dionysus kids was making cocktails without the alcohol, because their dad's were watching them. chiron was just chilling next to mr d, a sunglass on his face, and the aphrodite kids was playing beach volleyball with the demeter kids.

then you looked at the right. oh, there he was.

percy jackson, sitted on the guard chair -you really didn't know what it's called- with that tan and muscular body of his. he had a sunglass on his face and an ice cream stick in his mouth. he lazily swinged his feet once in a while, and the blue shorts of his were looking so damn good on him. the red whistle hanged around on his bare chest, not that he touched it often.

you stopped staring when a girl accidently bumped you, apologising right after it. you smiled and said it was nothing, internally thanking the girl for making you turn back to life again. you were damn sure annabeth was making fun of you.

little thing you didn't know that percy, was observing you in that blue bikini, behind his sunglasses. what do you think was the reason of him wearing them? to be cool? nah, he doesn't even need those to be cool. he's just watching you secretly. you, didn't had any idea you were making an eye contact with him until that girl bumped to you.

he watched you dive in the water like you were poseidon's champion or something, getting on that white surfboard of yours like a damn model. percy felt like he was drooling at the sight, which he probably was.

he was snapped out of his gaze with mr d yelling at him. man, you were just about to bend over and stand up on that board.

"yes, mr d?" he said lazily, rolling his eyes behind the sunglasses.

"this little shit needs to find the bathroom, go show him." mr d pointed some little boy who was holding his shorts like his life depended on it. percy jumped down from his seat like it wasn't 2 feet tall, and smiled at the boy.

"don't mind him, he's an old man who's angry he can't drink." he said to the boy, ruffling his hair. the boy only nodded. "i don't really care anyway, i just need to pee."

percy chuckled as he picked the little boy in his arms, already taking him to the bathroom. "i'll carry you little fella. just be careful not to pee on me."

"i won't, thank you percy." the little boy said. percy wasn't suprised that he knew his name. "no problem. what's your name kid?"

"peter." he said. percy chuckled again. "yeah? mr d used to call me peter. he still does sometimes."

the little boy laughed as percy entered the bathroom. "really? so that's why he calls me percy sometimes." he said, forgetting he had to pee. percy smiled. "probably. go and let go all your pee boy, i'll be back on busin-"

he couldn't finish his sentence when annabeth rushed to the boys bathroom. "percy!" she yelled.

percy turned around to look at annabeth and smiled. "hey 'beth, nice to see you. not a really good spot for meeting don't ya thi-"

"there's no time for joking seaweed brain! she's fucking drowning!" she yelled at him. percy immediatly took of his glasses as they already start running towards the ocean.

"who?" he asked.

"y/n! you know her right?" annabeth said breathlessly.

of course he did, he fucking adored her. percy's worry only growed when he saw how big those waves were. the demigod's were already in panic as they looked at the sea. chiron called percy and said that the daughter of hera needed to be saved immediatly. percy didn't even stopped to listen to chiron as he dive into the water.

you thought you could handle it, or at least swim up and sit on your board. but no, poseidon was definetly in a bad mood, and he was taking his anger out from you, probably.

as you lost your balance and fell into the water, you didn't panicked and started swimming as usual. but big and strong waves hit you back and forth, until you were tired, swallowed too many water and fainted.

when you opened your eyes, you thought you were in elysium. or it was just some another version of the little mermaid.

percy smiled at you as you opened your eyes, his big hands cupping your face. he was panting, not because he was tired from all the swimming, no. he was panting because he fight with the thought of losing you for the past five minutes as he worked on getting out the water you swallowed.

"there you are, breath honey. can you do that?" he asked, and you caughed a bit. you nodded softly as he lifted you until you sat up, his strong arms still supporting your back.

you looked around, there was only the two of you, the crowd was long gone. you looked at percy again as your hand find it's way to your forehead. "what happened?" you asked.

"nothin' to worry about angel, just some big waves." he explained, caressing your back softly. you let your body rest on his chest, sighing as you remembered what happened.

"didn't thought the waves would get this crazy." you said, voice still hoarse as you caughed again. percy nodded as he patted your back. "me either."

after a minute of silence, percy finally speaked up again. "i... i'm sorry i was late, i took this little kid called peter to the bathroom because mr d asked me to, i swear i'd help you quicker if i didn-"

"percy, hey, it's okay." you shushed him, your hand caressing his arm. "you already saved my life."

percy nodded again. "yeah i know, i know. but i just," he sighed. "i don't know what i'd do if i lost you before i even asked you out."

you giggled to his chest. "yeah? you were gonna ask me out? when?" he smiled into your hair.

"today. been watching you for sometime now."

"creep." you joked.

"observing beauty, i'd say." he said, smirking.

you sat straight and looked deep into his eyes, which now matched with the color of the sea.

"i'd love to grab some lemonade with you, as a way of thanking you i guess." you said as you smirked back at him. percy chuckled as his hand caressed your cheek.

"who am i to refuse a sweet thank you, right?"

[nanaminsmoon]

what do you think about suburban eren & hood princess reader 🤭 people think that we running shit but in reality and especially behind closed doors it’s a different storyyy + he’s a little mean

heyyy so this took a while because life was really lifeing and girl i wasn't sure how to write it because i'm also from the suburbs in england so i felt like writing about babes from ends wouldn't translate properly. but i hope it's okay lol😭

cw: pnv, fingering, unprotected sex, n word usage, orgasm denial, eren lives with his parents but they're out of the house doing rich people shit idk😭

wc: 1916

”’r-ren, i said i’m-m sorr-rry”, each word you slurred out only left your mouth because eren was fucking you hard enough to knock it out of you. eren’s hips moved quickly, but he was still so deep inside you that you could’ve sworn you could feel him in your damn lungs—his tip slamming all the air out of them. your fingertips desperately tried to grapple at the desk underneath you, as one of eren’s hands wrapped around your throat and the other sat on your hip. the minimal lighting coming from his desk lamp ricocheted off the layer of sweat on your body to illuminate your skin and, any other day, lip shaped patches of moisture would join it. but today was unlike other days, because today was one of the few days where your chill, romantic eren reminded you that he wasn’t a doormat.

”’cause i live in a house like this you think you can keep playin’ with me?”, eren moved his hand from your throat to rub on your clit, and your head fell back to lean on his chest. there was no way you could give him a verbal answer, so you just shook your head furiously.

”hm? i’m too nice to you, you think you can walk all over me? ‘s that it?”, he asked, both his fingers and hips still not letting up. so the aggressive head shaking that followed that question was both in response, and frustration.

”fucking answer me when i speak to you”, his own jaw clenched, just as his grip on yours tightened. and, although eren was making it harder for you to speak with both the way he was fucking you, and the harsh hand on your jaw, you tried your best to whine out an answer,

”n-no”, in which eren would reply with a kiss to his teeth.

from the outside looking in, eren was your bitch. that’s what everyone called him; to your friends, and family, he was your sweet suburban boy that did everything you told him to, with no arguments. he opened doors for you, pulled chairs out for you, bought you gifts, paid for your hair and nails, and spoke to you like you had placed every individual star in the sky. he was harmless in every essence of the word. maybe even too harmless. you knew how to handle yourself, and took no shit from no one, so spectators would assume that you were eren’s protector; if there was a problem, you were the one to solve it for him. for example, sometimes he just didn’t seem to understand that not everywhere was like his gated community, because this boy would walk to the corner store by your house with the sunlight bouncing off his watch, and his chain just swinging in the wind.

”eren, tuck your fucking chain”, you grabbed the gold jewellery, and put it in his shirt, telling him he had to be careful before he got his shit snatched. in response, eren just shrugged and went about his day.

even though they joked about him being helplessly naive, your friends and family loved eren. a big part of the reason was that they knew he would take good care of you and let you do whatever you wanted to do with no questions asked. and you’d agree, jokingly commenting about him being your ‘babygirl’ or about him being ‘submissive’ when he wasn’t around. underline ‘when he wasn’t around’. because eren was everything but passive—he was just reserved. eren let you pretend you ran shit in public, because he enjoyed watching you dig holes for yourself by acting like you had him on a leash when, in reality, you had to beg for his permission just to nut. other people’s opinions didn’t concern him, but what did was your behaviour. because telling people he was your bitch was one thing. but acting like he was, was another.

like at the party you and eren had gone to with your friends. things had been going great until you started shaking ass on who you thought was ymir. but when you went to look back at it, your eyes were met with those of one of your male best friends. of course you pushed him off you but, the relief that it wasn’t some complete stranger meant that you did so very gently. some would say too gently, and too giggly, for a woman with a boyfriend. but the only thing on your mind at the time was going to the bathroom so you really thought nothing of it. you hadn’t even noticed the green eyes burning holes into the side of your face, until their owner’s hand wrapped around your wrist.

”what was that?”, eren pulled you to the side, and your eyes just rolled. you’d been there for far too long, and you just wanted to go to the damn bathroom then go home. the last thing you needed was drama.

”not now, eren. just leave me alone”, you brushed him off, and eren’s hand quickly released your wrist. others would see eren it as conceding, but you knew better than that—he wasn’t done with you, you’d just have to deal with him later. but that was later you’s problem, so current you was just going to live her best life. that attitude made for an interaction between you and your man that your friend found to be particularly hilarious,

”bitch, i wish my man would listen to me like that.”, she joked, and you laughed back at her.

”right, don’t you just love an obedient nigga?”, you had joked back. of course eren heard everything, but he’d just scoff and head to the door to leave.

even though he opened your car door for you, once you got in the car, eren did not speak a word to you. even as you’d steal glances at him and stroke his thigh, or shoulder, or arm, or cheek, he’d remain stone-faced and keep his eyes on the road. when you finally got back to his house, his silence would persist as he walked you to the door, before taking his shoes off and making his way to his room. he’d left you at the door, so you had to follow after him, with an exhausted scowl on your face. and once you got to his room, you decided to be the bigger person and speak to him first.

”eren, i grew up with him. you need to chill the fuck out”, you yawned, walking over to him. but he’d just scoff at you before his hand would be on your jaw. even still, your mask imitating an unphased expression would not fall. despite the pool of arousal in your underwear at the sudden movement.

”who you tellin’ to chill?”, he spoke lowly, eyes locked with yours. your heart was starting to race, but you wouldn’t back down.

”you. now what?”, those were the words that placed you in the position you were in now; your orgasm denied five times, as your toes painfully dug into your slippers. the van cleef necklace he had bought you slapped into your chest over and over again, as you moaned out his name and ignored apologies. you were forced to endure all of this because eren felt like you weren’t sorry enough. meanwhile, he had already cum once, and he was nearing his second. your pleasure had always been eren’s priority, but today you were just a cocksleeve to him. and he was happy keeping it that way.

begging and pleading for eren to go slower, or be more gentle with you did nothing because he’d just maintain his pace. eren loved you more than he loved himself, so he hated fucking you in a way that insinuated otherwise. but his mind wouldn’t stop replaying what happened at the party; the way that guy touched you, the way you laughed with him as if eren wasn’t literally right there, and the way you made him out to be your lap dog. all that anger travelled to the place where you two connected, and he didn’t realise how hard he was fucking you until he felt his dick twitch inside you.

”i’m gonna cum—”, he groaned onto the space between your neck and shoulder, finally giving it a small kiss. the lewd sounds of skin meeting haphazardly would repeat three more times before it’d cut out, only to be replaced by the sounds falling from your boyfriend’s mouth as he filled you with his seed. he’d stay still so his dick could act as the plug that kept all his nut inside you. confused, and on the brink of getting your own release, you’d just start moving to fuck yourself on his dick. it took eren a few seconds to realise what was happening before he’d hold your hips still, and pull out of you.

”’ren, what about me?”, you cooed, but it all fell on deaf ears as eren was too focused on using his middle and ring finger to collect any dripping nut, to push it back inside you. your entrance practically sucked his fingers inside you, and he wouldn’t fight it. instead curling his fingers and hitting the spot he knew would cause your undoing.

”what about you?”, he chuckled into your ear, kissing and sucking at the lobe. before he’d bite it, earning a wince from your parted lips, ”obedient, yeah? i’m obedient?”, he said in a low taunt.

”y-yeah, you are”, after all that apologising you’d just been doing, eren was surprised to see you being this rebellious. especially towards the same man who was stroking your release with his fingers. that was the same man who reached another hand around to rub your clit again, and started smirking at you tightening around his fingers, signalling your release.

”shit, ‘ren, i’m cumminngg”, you cried out, as your back arched against him.

”hmm”, he pouted, stamping one final gentle kiss on your shoulder before speaking again, ”well then”, were his words as he removed his hands from you.

”what’re you doing?”, you turned to him to see a shit-eating grin on his face. eren hadn’t just robbed your orgasm from you, he had let you get a taste of it, before pulling away when you needed him to continue most. it was like lighting a firework, then throwing a net on it just as it was air bound.

”you asked me to leave you alone, so i’m being obedient and leaving you alone”, he smirked, kissing your temple. he could see the anger growing on your face, and that kiss wasn’t meant to calm it, it was meant to feed it.

”eren, i wanna cum. please”, you pleaded, tears almost falling from your eyes. eren would take one look at you, before he’d start pretending to think about it. the charade ultimately ending in an annoying shrug.

”find an obedient suburban boy to take care of it”, he took a pause to yawn, before pulling his boxers and jeans up, and falling onto his bed, ”i’m tired.”

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[mustainegf]

OHMYGOD I FEEL LIKE A GENIUS!!!!!! imagine dave has you tied up and all that and he does NOOOTT let you cum like at all (i think its called orgasm denial idk or is it edging ☠️) until he decides you can .. js a silly thought really 🤭

no rush tho :3

This was such a good write!! This is sooo good hehehe

Dave and I's makeout session had quickly taken a turn, and now I found my hands bound above my head, whimpering as Dave tied my ankles apart, keeping me spread open for him.

Dave had never tied me up completely before, just my wrists every once in a while, but right now, I could tell he was in a particular mood. A teasing mood.

I'd never seen his eyes glow before. But now they did, dark, and full of amusement, as if this was all some big joke to him.

I squirmed agaisnt the bindings as Dave flicked at my folds just softly, chuckling to himself at my reaction.

"I-i-is this really necessary?!" I whined. "No," Dave chuckled, "but it will make you even more desperate."

Dave started slowly, rubbing cricked on my throbbing sex. "Lets lay down some ground rules, sweetheart," he began. "If you feel like you're going to cum, you tell me. If you don't tell me, than I'll have to punish you."

He pressed harder down on my clit. I nodded hastily, just begging for him to go faster. "I will.." I whimpered.

Dave focused on my sensitive spots, sucking dark marks onto my thighs as his fingers quickened on my pussy.

"Such a sensitive pussy" he cooed, letting spit drip from between his pink lips and onto mine, rubbing it in with his fingers.

Fuck, his saliva felt perfect as he used it to push his fingers inside of me.

My hole clenched around him, twitching at the feeling.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. "Faster!" I pleaded, bucking against his touch. "You want to come?" He smirked.

"Not yet." I was starting to think that maybe he had other plans after all. "Hmmm... "

he murmured, sliding his hand back into me again. This time, he didn't stop at one finger, pushing two into me at once, curving them upward to find my g-spot. "Yes! Yes! Please!" I begged, bucking harder.

"Dave I'm gonna cum!" I cried, it felt so perfect. But he stopped.

He sucked his fingers clean, kissing my thighs as I was left without orgasm.

"No cumming until I say so," he muttered.

I growled in frustration. "What?! Nooo!" I whined.

"Hush, baby, I'll make you feel good"

Daves fingers found my pussy again, teasing them down my wetness and up to my clit as he helped me build my climax back up.

"Ahhhhh" I moaned, arching up into his touch.

"That's it, you like my fingers huh?" Dave teased, his free hand rubbing up the array of marks he'd left on my thighs.

My body was vibrating, ready to explode. I'm not sure how long we went on for, but it was coming quick. "I'm gonna cum!" I cried again. And just as I feared, Dave quit all friction as he pulled his fingers away.

I screamed in frustration. "No, please dave!" I cried, bucking against the restraints. I was so close.

But no, he wouldn't let me cum. "Please!" I begged.

"I need it!" Dave just laughed.

He rubbed my legs again waiting for my pussy to calm. He repeated this pro maybe 5 more times, leaving me even more desperate than the last time, I was throbbing, pulsing and red with the need for release.

"Pleaseeee!" I begged. "Please, please, please, I'll do anything, just please let me cum!" "Anything, sweetheart?" Dave asked in a mock serious tone. I groaned in frustration. "Yes! Anything!"

I promised, just wanting to have an orgasm. Dave looked down at me, his face lit up with mischief.

"Okay, I'll make a deal with you then" He purred, looking down at me hungrily. I bit my lip.

"I'll let you cum, if I can use my cock. And the vibrator." He said under his breath, grinning mischievously.

I hesitated only for a second, then I blurted out

"Deal!" My cheeks flamed as I realized what I'd done. "Are you sure about that, sweetheart?" Dave chuckled.

"Ugh yes, I'm sure. Just hurry!" I whined, gritting my teeth in anticipation. Dave laughed. "Alright then, baby"

he hummed. "I hope you can handle me, because I plan on fucking your pretty little pussy all night."

Dave stripped himself, showing off his swollen erection, he looked painfully hard. He reached to the bedside table grabbing my vibrator with a smirk.

Dave hummed as he turned it on, teasing the buzzing up my inner thighs.

He pushed my legs farther apart, and slowly eased the toy between my lips. "Ooooooh!" I moaned, squirming to get closer. "Just wait, sweetheart," Dave purred.

"This is nothing compared to how good I'll make you feel." Dave circled the head of his cock over my folds, pressing the tip against my swollen bud.

He groaned as he pushed his length into me, I was already soaked from all his teasing and he slid in perfectly.

I bucked up against him, my entire body thrumming as he moved inside me. His hips moved in time to the vibrator as he fucked me, his eyes glowing brightly in pleasure.

He pressed and rubbed the buzzing vibrator onto my clit, his hips thrusting faster.

"Oh god, oh god, ooooohhhhhhhhh!" I cried as he fucked me, I was on the edge, close to coming. But before I could, he withdrew the vibrator and pressed a button, sending the toy into a rapid vibrate.

It hit my clit perfectly, sending me into a frenzy.

My legs shook, quivered, trembled, everything, as I came, screaming Dave's name. I tried to hold on for dear life, but it was too much.

Dave was still thrusting into me, holding me tight, almost as if he were afraid I might float away. I finally regained myself enough to realize that Dave hadn't yet finished himself off.

I purposely clenched my hole, tightening around him.

It only took him a few final thrusts before he shot his load inside me, filing me with that familiar warmth.

"That's it, yeah, you did so good," Dave heaved, glancing up at me.

Dave was quick to untie me, pulling me close

[swiftiefirefighters]

this started as me just working out some tommy headcanons/thoughts/whatever i'm having and sort of ended up being first time i love yous/tommy finding his family fic idk im on a role im obnoxious and im a terrible writer who is not proofreading or going back over anything i'm spewing from my fingers tonight so please just.....scrolls

the thing about tommy that hits so hard is just how much he longs for a family like you have to wonder if that's why he joined the army - he's my age, probably graduated right after 9/11 in the peak of patriotism and brotherhood and blah blah blah, after growing up with a father who clearly didn't show him love at best and was actually abusive at worst and we don't know anything about his mom but we can assume he just didn't have that family he needed but the army just brought him into a situation of war and homophobia and violence that he probably didn't expect because it's not the pretty lie that was sold and then he got of the arm and probably joined the academy - a lot like eddie, maybe he longed for the team-feeling that the army had or at least sold and maybe there was a part of him that felt like he would be able to finally settle into himself.

except he landed under vincent gerrard and every single defense mechanism in him just reverted - reverted back to the person he became under his dad, the person the military forced him to be under dont ask don't tell, because it was just easier (and boy he regrets it - he regrets it so much because that's not who it is and he wants to think it's not who he was but it doesn't matter does it because it's the person he showed himself to be and he's lucky hen or chim will even speak to him now). and then he slowly started to find a bit of a place under bobby but then that never quiet felt right either, did it? so he left there too and kept trying to find his place. hen was queer and chim was accepting and bobby wasn't homophobic, but he still never quite felt like they were his family - never really belonged.

and he thought he could maybe find that at harbor. lucy is great and they get along and they go out sometimes, like he did with the 118, and eventually he just stops hiding. he comes out and he thinks maybe this is when it happens, especially since it was a non-thing to the people at his house. he never shouted that he was gay from the rooftops or anything but he just stopped pretending and it was freeing but he still didn't find his family.

and the thing is, what this whole post started with, is that that's such a queer story isn't it? there's a reason so many queer people are drawn to found families. because a lot of times we find our people outside of our blood relationships. even when we have decent relationships with our families but especially when we don't. it resonates with us. and tommy is still looking for that even once he lands at harbor. they're friends and they're co-workers, but it's still nothing like the 118 has built.

and then he meets buck.

and, well, maybe he's starting to find a family in evan, but he's not quite sure how or where or if he fits because evan has this whole family with group chats and inside jokes and sure he gets along with eddie and that's such a huge step, to be let into the whole buckley-diaz family dynamic, but he still feels like he's on the outside, like he's looking for his own family and his own place. and he still isn't sure how much the 118 wants him around, even though he's kept up with chim through the years, and even maddie and chim have had him and evan over to dinner together. and it feels like it could be something, but he still doubts because how can he feel like he deserves something he's never been allowed to touch.

so one night when they get back to the loft and they're getting ready for bed his phone goes off at the same time as evan's and he quirks an eyebrow before looking to see that he's been added to a big group chat for the 118 and they're partners he just looks at evan questioningly.

"what?"

"did you do this?" he shows evan his phone.

"obviously not. did you see me do that?" Evan laughs and slips into bed. "It must have been Maddie or Chim. I keep telling you everyone likes you. Now plug in your phone and come to bed."

"it's just - "

"I know," Evan says, rolling to his side, reaching out to pull Tommy onto the bed. "You're so so jealous of this family or whatever. You realize you're part of it, right?"

"Not really. I'm just - "

"My boyfriend?" Evan slips his arm around Tommy's middle, sliding his hand inside Tommy's shirt. His fingers are cold, but Tommy can't bring himself to care. "My partner."

"Yeah."

"Yeah, exactly. You're my family, Tommy, so you're there's. Get used to it. They can be kind of annoying."

But Tommy doesn't think that's true because he's never had a family. He can't imagine being annoyed by it.

"Oh."

Evan laughs and it's almost a beautiful enough sound that he forgets what they were even talking about.

"Oh, he says." Evan presses close. "You are so lucky I fell in love with you a long time ago - " And that's another first that Tommy isn't sure he's ready to wrap his head around.

"You - "

"Yeah, yeah. Don't make a big deal of it, Kinard." Evan reaches up to turn the light off. Evan settles next to him and Tommy almost thinks he's asleep. He's not even sure if there's a point in saying it but -

"I love you too, Evan."

Evan hums a quiet sound, and Tommy knows that means he's heard, but he also thinks it might spook Tommy if he says anything else.

So, yeah, Tommy finds his family.

[zerobaseonefics]

backyard confessions ㅡ p.gunwook (requested)

gunwook (zb1) x gn!reader

genre : fluff

warning : they are at a party?? reader's and gunwook's first kiss?? idk i don't think there's much

note : HAHAHAHAHA YES I GOT THAT REQUEST ON THE 29TH OF APRIL YES I'M A FLOP NOW LET'S MOVE ON ANON I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT ILY

"what the fuck are we doing here..."

the question passed yours and gunwook's lips at the same time, making you two jump in surprise.

"we can agree on that, i see" he said, a shy grin on his face thinking about how coordinated you two were.

parties were really not your cup of tea, and gunwook discovered tonight that it wasn't his thing either.

you were kind of an introvert. well, no, you were actually REALLY introverted, maybe even more than what you think. as for gunwook, he was an extrovert but he was so used to giving his all in school that he never really went to this kind of events in high school.

but it was the end of the school year, and the seniors decided to throw a party at gyuvin's house to celebrate their graduation.

"gunwook, people thought i would never graduate! this is a party for me more than anything else, so you better come" gyuvin pleaded his younger friend. and how could it go wrong? parties are fun, right? that's why your friend decided to drag you there with him so he could experience his first ever house party with you.

but it was not as good as he thought. too many people (and too many problem and too many p-) that he didn't know, the music sucked, the smell of sweat... the noise and laughter washed over him like a tidal wave, and the thick air made him feel like he was suffocating.

gyuvin's house was not even that big for the amount of people who came, and he was now stuck in a overcrowded living room.

that's how you two ended up alone, in gyuvin's house backyard, sitting together on the border of the pool.

all throughout the night, gunwook kept his hand in yours to make sure he wouldn't lose you. after the music and the people became too much for you, that's when he dragged you through the crowd to go out of the house by the back door. surprisingly, no one was in the backyard. there was no reason for him to keep his hand in yours now, but he didn't let go.

"i'm glad you came with me tonight" he said, looking at his feet. your own eyes were on his hand engulfing yours, a wry smile on your face as you tried to restrain the shyness you felt because of that skinship.

"well, i would've rather stay at home, but since it was you..."

"next time, we could do just hang out together" gunwook dared to look at you as he proposed the idea. feeling his eyes burning on you, you felt like you had no other choice than to look back at him. "you would hang out with me instead of going to your best friend's party?" you playfully asked him. but it didn't look like gunwook was joking when he said that. he chewed on the inside of his cheek, an obvious nervousness in his body language.

"gyuvin will understand if i ditch him for you."

gunwook and you had always shared a unique connection, understanding each other's need for solitude and quiet moments. it was this understanding that had drawn you together as friends in the first place. until, little by little, love started to blossom in the corner of each other's hearts. and he didn't have to tell you your feelings were mutual. you felt like an unspoken confession was already made unconsciously.

eyes locked the same way your hands were, the boy noticed how yours were shining with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. in that instant, the world around you two faded away, the noise of the party inside and the criquets outside barely noticable for you. without realizing it, gunwook's face inched closer to yours.

with trembling hands, gunwook cupped your face, his fingers tangling in your hair. both of you felt a sense of hesitation, leaning in with caution because neither of you ever kissed before. the lack of experience made your noses bump lightly before slightly pulling away in an awkward laughter.

"is it okay for you?" gunwook finally asked. you nodded in order to give him the green light, and he leaned in again properly this time. slowly, tenderly, your lips met in a gentle kiss. time seemed to stand still as the cool wind of the summer night blew gently on you two.

underneath the moonlit sky, in the backyard of gyuvin's house, you two find the way to finally let your feelings for each other out. so at the end of the day, was that party really a bad idea?

[sashaisready]

Chapter Eight - She said stop

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

Warnings: Drinking, some noncon kissing/groping with minor character

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 9

Series Masterlist

It had been three weeks since the phone call and Bucky had not been back to the bakery since. Neither had any of his men.

You knew you should be relieved. You had been uncomfortable having such close association with a mob boss and being on the periphery of his world, you couldn't get used to being followed or having watchful eyes accompany you everywhere you went. You weren't confident schmoozing in high end restaurants or being someone's arm candy. This was a clean break, it was over.

But...you missed him. You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but you did. You missed looking up as he came in and finding his smile in the doorway. You missed the way he looked at you, gazing at you intently as you spoke to him. You missed the fluttering in your stomach when he joked with you, the jolt of electricity when you passed his card back and your hands grazed. You missed his shocking blue eyes, the way a single glance from them made you feel like a deer in headlights.

You had thought about texting him. But what would you say exactly?

Hey! I know I rejected you but can you come back to the bakery and flirt with me? 🙂

Hi! I'm sorry I said no to the date – I'm a big coward and I'm scared you'll think I'm unsophisticated and boring (and maybe slightly scared of your job? Idk) xx

I know you hate me and I get it but can you just come to my apartment for a few hours and lie on top of me?

You sighed as you adjusted the cake stands and began to wipe down the counter.

"That's it" Wanda snapped.

"What?" you asked.

"You. You haven't stopped moping and sighing since that call. And as you're not going to call him, we are going out tonight. No arguments" she said sternly.

You scoffed. "Out where? I'm not in the mood Wa-"

"I just said, no arguments" she interrupted, folding her arms. "You're going to put on a tiny dress and we're going to get drunk and dance and maybe hook you up with a hottie. This place is closed tomorrow for Pepper to do her audit so we don't need to get up for work - no excuses".

You roll your eyes, knowing full well she'll wear you down eventually so you might as well give in now and save yourself the bother.

"Fine..." you huff. "But you're buying the first round..."

"Good" she sang triumphantly. "Let's get you cheered up..."

*

Later that evening you strolled into a nightclub at Wanda's side. You liked dancing but clubbing wasn't really your scene, still - it felt good to be out and getting your mind off things. You were wearing a blue dress, one of your favourites. Not too revealing but it highlighted your best features and you felt good in it. You wore heels, they were a decent height – but still comfortable and not the ridiculous type you couldn't walk in. Wanda had styled your hair and you'd both gone to town on her impressive make-up collection, carefully accentuating your eyes and lips. You both drew a few admiring stares from men as you strolled in which caused Wanda to shoot you a wink.

You hadn't been here before, it was somewhere Wanda had heard about. It was busy – but not too packed. The atmosphere was lively and buzzing, a mixture of people dancing and splayed over the seating areas enjoying their drinks. There were a lot of handsome guys here, none quite as handsome as Bucky (you couldn't help but think), but still easy on the eye.

There was a VIP section in the far corner, roped off and protected by a couple of burly bouncers. You couldn't see much due to the angle of the seating (you supposed privacy was a VIP perk) but a throng of beautiful girls dressed up to the nines were being ushered inside.

"Drink?" Wanda shouted over the music as she gestured with her hand to her mouth.

You whipped back around to face her, nodding enthusiastically as she drags you over to the bar.

Wanda ordered two fruity cocktails, handing you one as she pulls out her purse to pay. You push her bag away from the bar.

"I'll get these" you said firmly, retrieving one of the hundreds from your own purse.

"I have built myself up something of a nest egg recently..." you wink.

Wanda laughs and takes her drink as you hand the money over to the bartender.

"Can you break this okay? Sorry..."

Working with cash yourself you know it can be a pain when someone gives you a large bill.

"No problem..." he laughs as he takes it from your hand.

You sip your drink eagerly as you lock eyes with him. You suddenly feel a flash of recognition, but can't place him. He had dark hair and glasses, and seemed to look back at you with the same hazy recollection as he handed over your change. Was he a customer? Maybe.

You were just about to ask if he ever went into the bakery when Wanda hurriedly pulled you to the dancefloor. The mystery man was suddenly forgotten as you followed her, stuffing the bills back into your purse.

Unnoticed by you, the barman watched as you disappeared into the crowd and hummed thoughtfully, then craned his neck to peer over at the VIP area.

Wanda was right, this was just what you needed. You were letting loose on the dancefloor, the alcohol sweeping away all of your inhibitions as you moved to the music with your best friend. Your mind began to clear and soon enough you weren't thinking of anything, no Bucky, no work, nothing. Only the song that was playing and the freedom that you felt in that moment.

You and Wanda took turns going to the bar over the next few hours, bringing back all manner of elaborate cocktails and shots as you slowly began to feel intoxicated. All on Bucky's dollar, of course. You weren't a lightweight by any means by hadn't drank like this in a long time. The bartender you recognised had been replaced with another, and you'd already forgotten his face as you enjoyed your night.

After some more dancing Wanda mouthed that she needed the bathroom and you nodded, asking if she wanted company. Just as you asked her - a cute blond guy appeared next to you, grinning and dancing close. He had a sweet smile, very all-American and clean cut. You smiled back at him.

Wanda's eyes flitted between you and the blond, then grinned and shook her head at you – implying she was fine to go by herself. She gave you a knowing look and shot off to the Ladies, leaving you alone with him.

The music was loud so he leaned over and spoke into your ear.

"You wanna dance?" he asked.

You turned to face him and nodded enthusiastically, he smiled and took your hand – and the two of you moved to the music for a few songs. Occasionally he gave you a little spin or dipped you, which made you giggle. His hand felt nice in yours and you allowed yourself to get swept up in the warmth of him, powered by the booze in your veins.

"I'm John, by the way. John Walker." he said into your ear.

You smiled, leaning to him and telling him your name.

"I think you're very pretty" he shouted over the music, just as the end of the song dropped out, meaning his voice carried loudly across the dancefloor. A few fellow clubbers turned to look at him, and you cackled as he hid his face in mock embarrassment.

"Thank-you" you replied bashfully.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked.

You nodded – but then realised you hadn't seen Wanda in a while. You surveyed the room for her as John went ahead of you to the bar.

You soon saw her curled up on a sofa with Vis, who must've shown up at some point while you were dancing. They were making out heavily as usual and you rolled your eyes, smiling. Wanda caught your eye and grinned at you, pointing at John and giving you a thumbs up. You rolled your eyes again, miming 'get a room' as Vis saw you and gave you a wave.

You chuckled at your friends' antics as you got to the bar. John had ordered you a gin and tonic and moved it in front of you as he paid. You furrowed your brows slightly, he hadn't asked what you wanted and you didn't really like gin much. You weren't a big fan of people making decisions for you without checking. Still, you didn't want to be rude so accepted it – giving him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, you were a bit tipsy and wanted to go with the flow.

John smiled at you as you sipped the drink. You smiled back, feeling a bit shy and unsure of what to say. The evening's beverages had gone to your head a bit, making you feel a bit unsteady on your feet.

"I meant what I said" he shouted over the music, leaning into you. His breath was hot on your ear and you realised he was slurring slightly. "You're really pretty".

You blush, smiling up at him. "Thanks, that's sweet of you".

Without warning he pins you against the wall of the club, shoving his tongue into your mouth and harshly groping your breast with his hand. The kiss is rough and sloppy, he tastes like stale beer. He misses your mouth initially so you end up with his saliva spotted across your cheek.

You gasp and roughly push him off of you.

"Hey! Stop, John!" you shout angrily, wiping your mouth and adjusting your bra where he had felt you up.

He rolls his eyes and moves in again. You move your head to face him and glare daggers at him.

"I said stop". 

He scoffs. "C'mon don't play hard to get, honey. You've been rubbing up against me on the dancefloor and you let me buy you a drink. We both want this".

Your jaw clenches as you feel your rage simmering.

"We were just dancing, I didn't sign a contract to do anything else. And I don't even like gin" you scold.

He laughs mockingly at you. "All girls like gin..."

You raise your shoulders in disbelief. The worst part was you had thought he was cute and probably would've made out with him eventually. But not like this. And not now he's behaved this way.

You roll your eyes and go to move away from him but he pushes your shoulder hard against the wall and tries to continue the kiss. You hit him, hard. The back of your hand strikes his cheek with a loud 'thwack!'. The sound rings out even over the loud music and he cries out, staring at you in disbelief.

"I said stop..." you repeat defiantly.

His eyes harden, he glares at you with fury and his face contorts into an ugly grimace. You feel your breath hitch as he bares his teeth.

"You little..."

But he halts as a gloved hand comes down hard on his shoulder and yanks him away. John is suddenly jerked backwards.

"She said stop..." warns a low voice.

"Who the fuck asked you-" John yells as he turns to face whoever dared touch him.

Both yours and John's faces fall as you realise who it is, but for slightly different reasons.

Bucky. 

[sidersstuff]

Jasper/Orion bad ending to Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

Yippee! This is gonna be fun! First encounter with the full song I think, so a few things might be off or weird, doesn't help that I'm tired gndhdh (definitely off from the original meaning, which is about a parent and child.)

"On some level I think I always understood that these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever. And I tried to do the best that I could, but try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to hold you." - Jasper and his attachment issues, they always thought that his hands were clever in a way, as they've always been good with technology and stuff, but when it comes to people and loving others, they freeze, his hands suddenly aren't as steady as they are when placing delicate chips in specific spots.

"It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest, with this heart of mine that's guilty not remorseful." - Jasper feels guilty about lying about being human, sure, but they don't think they did anything wrong by it, he doesn't regret it, if that makes any sense.

"There is love that doesn't have a place to rest, but it would have buried you if it had settled on on your shoulders." - Jasper chokes up when it comes to love (and really emotions in general actually), especially now, but when they're able to express his love outwardly and comfortably, they love big. There has to be a better word for that but I am tired.

"On some level I think I always understood, that a ship could never really love an anchor." - HEAR ME OUT. Jasper being the ship, Orion being the anchor. Jasper is bound to leave at some point, but Orion won't be leaving with him. Jasper will set sail back to Rana, while Orion is staying anchored where he's always been on Earth. (I KNOW TECHNICALLY SHIPS BRING THEIR ANCHORS UP BUT THE SONG TALKS ABOUT CUTTING THE ANCHOR AWAY AND MY SYMBOLISM DOESN'T WORK WITH HAT SO SHHHHHHHHH /sill)

"So I did the only thing I could, and severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor." - Orion letting Jasper go, despite how much he wants them to stay, he knows that Jasper would never be happy like that (or would they -rock face- /sill) and he knows that he would never be happy to leave the farm, especially to go to some new planet where he might not even be able to live, metaphorically and literally. So he does the only thing he could do, and lets them go.

"There are times when I still wonder about you, you are someone I loved but never known." - Orion still thinking about them months, maybe even years down the line. I mean, if you found out someone you loved wasn't even from the same planet as you, you'd probably be a bit skeptical about what else you know of them, right? He feels like he never truly knew Jasper, that his whole personality could've been a lie just to fit into the society he was forced into better. He loved them anyways, wanted to get to know them if it was a lie, but he didn't get that.

"And you'll never see the reasons I had for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you." - Jasper sheathing his 'claws' or, in this case, identity, because he feels like they [his family/species] would (and probably actually could, if they ever came back for them first.) hurt him if they found out a human knew they existed, let alone have a relationship (friendship or otherwise) with one of their own.

"I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel. I am all the things they might have said to you." - This could be taken two ways, from Jaspers perspective, he's selfish for leaving Orion, they're broken for their weird feelings around emotions, especially love, they're cruel for not even being able to give Orion the proper goodbye he deserved. Also like idk if anyone else had this experience but my mom and other adult figures would always make jokes and stuff about aliens and while my experience wasn't about them being necessarily bad, I know that some others I knew were scared of the idea of aliens thinking they were, so just that really, and I think an alien species just outside of Earth's solar system (especially one that sometimes visits Earth) would learn about humans the same. From Orion's perspective, he's selfish for wanting Jasper to stay with him, he's broken for still being caught up on them months later, he's cruel for letting Jasper leave, letting them go back to the same people who had abandoned him.

"Do you ever think of me and my two hands, and wonder why they never soothed your fevers, and wonder why they never ties your shoes, and why they never held you gently, and wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?" - Just them yearning for a life together really, they'd be the kinds to want a simple domestic lifestyle, but haha they don't get thattt <333

ANYWAYSSS like I said things might be off for many reasons, maybe I'll update it one day when they're a bit more developed and I am not very tired and I have more experience with the song who knows this is what's there for now! Uh enjoy! Or don't!

[francis-writes]

Hi! I just wanna say I wasn't a big fan of the grabber the first time I saw the movie, but after reading your writes and a few more rewatches, I now love this man. Your work is amazing, thank you for doing it!

I saw that you wanted to write some smut for the grabber, and I have an idea. I just don't know if it's gonna make sense because I'm bad at explaining stuff. How about the grabber with a reader (she/they pronouns pls?) who's like super sarcastic and playful, makes a lot of sexual jokes or comments, and isn't scared by anything, which maybe leads to something 🔥spicy🔥? I don't really know how it would happen, I'm sorry. And idk if you want specifics but what if the reader secretly loves creampies (or maybe breeding?) and that comes out during the act? Idk if this is like weird or something, or not specific enough. I just thought I'd try and ask lol. Thank you so much if you decide to do this! Have a great day! 💛

A/N: hi, i'm happy you enjoy my writing! Sorry it took so long but i finally post this. Have a good day, and merry Christmas if you celebrate it

"I wonder... does your mask stay on during sex?" She asked. "What?" It was hard to say whether the Grabber was more shocked or irritated by her boldness. "Of course, if you even have sex" they shrugged and smiled provocatively "maybe kidnapping people is your only hobby, I wouldn't be surprised" She couldn't see his expression when he looked at her, grinning mask was covering his whole face. "Aren't you afraid?" They shrugged. "You will probably kill me anyway so what should I be afraid of? What else you can do to me?" The Grabber chuckled and came closer. "I think I will answer to all these questions now" He grabbed their shirt and pulled it off over their head. "Wha-" He didn't let them finish their sentence, pushing her so hard, she fell on the mattress. "Let my actions speak" He kneeled between theit legs and took off their pants. She tried to get up but he pressed her to the floor with his strong hand resting on their chest. They couldn't move under his weight when he began to massage their clit with his thumb and pushed two fingers into her hole. "You like it, dove?" He asked "of course you do. Do you hear that? That's how fuckin' wet you are" They could hear splashing sounds and they couldn't deny, they felt their cunt was dripping with juice. She didn't want to admit it - after all she never wanted to be kidnapped and now she dreamed only about leaving this basement alive - but somehow the whole situation aroused them. The Grabber took off his thumb from her clit and slowly pushed third finger inside her. She groaned feeling her cunt clench around him. Their kidnapper started thrusting into them. She couldn't see his face but she still could say he had a wide grin under this mask. "Hope you like it" he said "I need to make you ready and stretched enough to take me" Was it only a manly brag? They never saw him naked and she felt a mix of fear and excitation. *** After some time, he pulled out his fingers - to her disappointment - and brought them to her mouth. "Lick them clean" he commanded. She obeyed and took his fingers in her mouth. She licked them and sucked on them, playing with his rings, using his tongue. They could see he was satisfied with their work and soon he pulled out his hand and he patted her head. "Good pet. Now, it's time for the real fun" He stood up and unzipped his trousers. They looked at his crotch as if they were in trance. The Grabber took of his pants and pulled out his member. It wasn't long, rather average length but very thick and she started to wonder if it would fit in her. He kneeled between their legs and he dragged his cock over her wet cunt. Then, without warning, he pushed in. They gasped after a sudden sensation but it wasn't as bad as they expected it to be. The Grabber began thrusting into her and as his movements got faster, pain was replaced by pleasure. *** "Fuck, I'm close" He wanted to pull out but they stopped him. "No, please" she moaned "Come inside" "What?" The Grabber furrowed his brow. "I want you to fill me with your cum. Please" "If you beg so sweetly..." he started to thrust into her again "You will be dripping with my cum once I will be done with you" Their body writhed with pleasure as he was railing them. "You're my cumdump now, you understand? No one else can touch you" the Grabber muttered, he was breathing heavily and she could say he was on the edge of orgasm "I will fill your pussy with my seed everyday until I will make you pregnant.. you're gonna have my babies and then I will breed you again.." He couldn't speak any longer. He gave a few final thrust and with a sigh, he fell on their body. She put her arms around him and began to caress his back, enjoying the post coital bliss. The Grabber was heavy but there was something comforting in his weight on top of her. He lifted himself up on his elbows. "I hope your curiosity is satisfied" he said, gleam in his eye more devilish than grin on his mask. "Oh, yes" they replied "I am completely satisfied"

hey, if you enjoy my work, maybe you would like to support me on ko-fi? Only if you can afford this. It would mean a lot to me<3 link is in the pinned post

[bloogers-boogers]

Kyle Broflovski/ Eric Cartman (SP fic)

('What's up with the fatass?')

/Let me slide into your mind/ part 4

'Technically, I'm not gay if I'm testing, right?'

Slight warning ⚠️ this fic is kinda deranged and would probably (will) be outta the ordinary, wacky in a sense but also trauma? Maybe, idk could be? Mmhh..

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He was stoked by the confession, couldn't even manage to bare a retort back with some snarky comment. A brief silence, a light breeze brushing their way.

He looked at Jackson's green eyes, as the sunset reflected on them. Making this all feel even more like a fever dream.

He chuckled nervously, not sure if the feeling he felt was flattery or uneasiness.

How the hell is he gonna get out of this?

On one hand, Jackson was Stewart's best friend: who is seemingly the leader; he was also a very important part of their friend group and they wouldn't bat an eye to trow him out to the gutter over Jackson.

So if he were to reject Jackson now, would that demolished all opportunity to still be friends? Would they kick him out? Would they target him again?

It's not like it's his fault that Jackson was some gaywad and was madly in love with him, but they will definitely side with nerd geek over his coolness.

On the other hand, he also sorta liked Jackson? Not in the gay way ofcourse, but he's warming up to him. Also, Jackson was the first to talk to him and even somewhat got along when he first arrived in this damn town.

He's been nice, a little hot headed but he is also kinda into that aswell, helping him with studying, oddly enough they do get along and they also share a certain type of humor aswell!

It'd be a pity if he ruined a possible great ally over some dumb crush. Besides, he's fucking rich.

And he doesn't make a big fuss over him taking over and picking what they'll watch on Netflix in his big flat tv unlike Tolkien.

He was finding it quite difficult to pick what to do, it's not like Jackson was bad looking.. not the type you'd be horrified by even the thought of holding his hand type of way. He in fact is quite attractive for a guy, no homo, but he COULD endure being in a relationship with him if it were necessary..

".. y-you can't be serious are you?" He mustered out, expecting to be contradicted and be told it was just a fucked up joke.

Jackson hold on to his hands making him eye him weirdly, his mouth flattened, "I've never been this serious in my entire life, Eric."

The way he said it made it all seem like some kdrama rom-com, his eyes landed on to his lips then back to Jackson's eyes feeling nauseous.

This was.. different.

His heartbeat pounded recklessly, as he felt his eyes squinted shut, maybe expecting something more unintentionally leaning forward.

But the entire mood was interrupted by two other obnoxious boys.

"Goddammit, took you long enough!" Stewart shouted, as he walked towards them alongside Hershey who brushed some leaves off him coming from behind a tree.

"You guys ruined the mood, assholes," Jackson groaned annoyed, rolling his eyes and letting go from one hand still latching on to the other.

"A confession shouldn't take that long," Stewart complained, as he shoved his hands inside his pants.

"Yeah, it's been like two weeks and dog park hadn't gotten the hint at all," Hershey huffed as if he was the one desperate for it to be over.

"I would've made him my bitch by now if I were you," Stewart kept on rambling, "like, it's not hard to say 'I like you, be mine' or some shit like that."

"You lack skill," Hershey joined in the mutual bashing on their friend's timing.

He felt himself small, looking at the three as they banter like if he had actually said yes to Jackson's confession, as he had no other choice but to be his—

"Wait, you said this been going on for awhile?," he mustered out confused, it wasn't long since he's got there.

"Ha, you blind fuck. I guess southies lack attention skills too? Ofcourse it was. Why would you think we'd even let you in our friend group to begin with?" Stewart commented casually but was nudged lightly from Jackson as a 'that's enough' kinda way, earning a eye roll from the redhead as a response, "you've gone soft," he mustered.

He felt like he wanted the ground to swallow him, that only means one thing. Saying 'no' will be his dismay, he'll be cast aside if he were to reject Jackson.

He bit his lip, contemplating the situation he's put in. He hangs out with Jamie but that wouldn't be enough to not be targeted, and he doubted the brunette would even care if he were.

Unlike with these assholes he felt a sense of security, a place he can run off to and shield himself from being a tp loser.

"Jackson approached you with all intention to fuck you, he saw you walking near our neighborhood while we were skateboarding looking like you were about to pass out and in his eyes you were the most—," Hershey teased deviously, before being nudged angrily by the blonde.

"Okay, guys that's enough," he blurted out embarrassed, putting his attention on his own quietness.

"He's into bigger boys," Stewart added with a wicked grin, now Jackson shoved him aside as he snickered and ruffled his blonde locks playfully.

"So you two going out now or what?," Hershey then spoke after a brief silence and some rough play from both best friends.

He couldn't help himself feel flustered, if his actual friends were there they'd bash on him for being a complete gaywad or even saying something remotely gay. Which is why he retrained himself by doing many things like; karaoke or dressing himself up and dancing with cut out celebrities he liked, makeup, tea parties or gushing over stuff animals, painting his nails and trying out his mother's heels..

Not that he's gay, but he genuinely did enjoy those things.

But these dumbasses? They don't seem to care at all.. they even expected him to act a little gay...

"Maybe.." he blurted out, startling Jackson who looked his way with sparkling eyes and blushed face.

Okay, he was kinda cute.

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So it's official, he's now dating Jackson Hu. You may ask, what're the benefits of being the blonde's boyfriend?

They're plenty, in a matter of fact. There wasn't even a single student that had said anything negative his way or any tp comments. On the contrary, he's been making a lot of new friends!

They actually approached him with all intention of wanting to befriend him and hang out. Unlike with the southies they always nagged and nagged that he was some burden they couldn't just get rid off.. and as much as that shit did kinda hurt him, he wouldn't deny he hated them aswell!

These north parkers had made him somewhat feel welcome even if they started with a rough start. They invite him to parties, games and do shit together! Yes, they were common bashing and naming, but that's just typical kids behavior.

They treated him like an actual friend than some pest. And are even very openly affectionate to each other, unlike with his old gang that type of affection was mostly excluded from him and exclusively just a 'bff' thing only the gay bitches of Stan and Kyle had, and sometimes Kenny.

Ofcourse Kenny has time in time proven to him that he does care and he doesn't mind being all open for a hug from Eric Cartman, compared to Hippie dick and Jersey jew that would immediately make an assumption that he was scheming some shit or they'll just stand awkwardly not daring to do something back.

They weren't very opened with hugs or hand holding when it came to the three, not that he couldn't say the same, by that point it was just too weird and kinda an anomaly. He felt he had a whole different thing going on between his dynamic with Stan and Kyle, contrast with Butters and Kenny.

He could be freely emotionally himself with the blondes but with the 'super best friends'? He just couldn't, it was always a hesitating thought and just searching for a opportunity to do so.

He could count the times they had hugged with all intention to do it, with his fingers.

They weren't as evenly close as he'd would like..

But the kids from North park, his now gang. They're so— chill, and cool. And never excluded anyone from giving some love, maybe because they kinda acted like hippies? Even though they claimed just being liberals or some pretentious shit like that.

He could hug Stewart who is the most jock douche of the group outta nowhere and he wouldn't even bat an eye! He'll hug him back or pat him lightly like an actual bro.

Not that he's touched starved ofcourse but..

It actually feels nice.

Other of the good perks of being Jackson's boyfriend, is that he feels more freeing on being more himself in a sense?

He can do things he'd normally think pussies would do, being reassured by his friends and boyfriend that the things he liked didn't defined his sexuality and all that lame opened minded shit.

He loved it, he also liked how Jackson looks at him, and call him by pet names.. even the pecks on his cheek before entering class or being walked home. It made him feel fuzzy and funny..

Also, being completely loaded he buys him stuff! Shoes and sometimes even dresses cause he somehow found out he liked drag!

And his friends, they are willing to try things his southie friends would call him lame for! They even gone to a karaoke and sang together.

But not only that has changed, but he's feeling a little different since his move. The town really is making him shift in to some.. he couldn't recall what, but he feels he could change for the better being.

He also noticed a huge change on his mom too!

She turned PC not long ago.. he wasn't entirely sure what started it but she did mentioned she turned a member at work and that she'd be a better mom from now on, the typical shit he's already use to hearing from her emotional outburst or when she's drunk.

But he's noticed she has kinda kept her word for it, the other day he mentioned about feeling a little insecure about his weight now that he had a boyfriend and all, she actually talked to him like them parents he'd see on TV 'tell me more, I'd like to be of help' 'you know you're perfect in every way, you don't have to change who you are for anyone' 'if he doesn't like the way you are then he isn't for you' 'I think you should try doing a diet if that makes you feel any better but you really are beautiful, poopsikins' giving him actual advice instead of running away!? Actually listening to him instead of distracting him with toys and food.

They also been getting along better and they talk more, his mom even admitted to him that she's been feeling lonely for years now and that loneliness just drove her into making him her only friend and she now realized how bad that truly is for his development. He even admitted how much it affected him to not actually have a father figure in his life, the absence and hollowness it felt everytime he saw his friends bond with their dads. And it was all just emotional and heartwarming moment between the two. A bunch of sobbing and apologetic promises that he wasn't sure they'll actually commit.

Maybe they could fix things out or maybe not? Only time will decide.

He layyed on his bed recalling his mother's words once more, feeling a tight feeling in his chest, hiding under the covers with a soft smile.

North park kinda rules.

°°°°

He was panicking, Jackson had stolen him a quick kiss on the lips. It was a small brush but he felt like he was swooning, being swooped up in the air by his strong arms as he carried him bridal style to the nursery cause he clumsily sprained his ankle in p.e class.

"How you're feeling, babe?" He asked softly, while he couldn't help but look at him dreamily.

"Good.." he mustered with a dumbfounded smile, gripping on to his shirt, butterflies popped inside his stomach. And with out further hesitation he place his hands on his cheeks and made him leaned forward, planting a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around his neck as he felt Jackson deepening it before breaking it off.

Still inches apart, "Goddamn that was amazing.." he mustered out dumbfounded, eyeing him soft, "maybe I should carry you often if that makes you want to kiss me like that more," he admitted with a cheeky grin, nuzzling his nose against his.

"Maybe you should..?" He teasingly said, eyeing him playful before planting a small peck on his lips.

In a blink of an eye, after a couple of days

They were found making out furiously in the living room couch of his mansion. He couldn't help himself, he was feeling deluded by all of things Jackson did to him, he wanted to be touched, kissed, the pleasure it gave him when he'd grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. It was amazing.

'Technically, I'm not gay if I'm testing, right?'

He gripped on the blonde's t-shirt, making him mumbled a couple of 'mmph' before being sunk in deeper on to the couch, hearing him whisper sweet nothings to him as a voice echoed the room, snapping him out of him.

"Cartman~" Jackson kept murmuring his name against his neck, but not with his usual voice, it was..

He pushed him away with his hands against his boyfriend's chest slightly, as his eyes widen in contemplated horror.

"Kyle?"

Kyle found himself on top of him looking at him with a devilish smile, before grinning wide like a triumphant.

"AHHH!!!" He screamed like a chick that was about to get murder in some classic 90s horror movie, pushing him off from his lap as he rested his weight on his elbow still eyeing the boy.

Now vision getting clearer, as a concerned Jackson looked his way.

"Babe are you alright? Who the fuck is Kyle?" He asked, standing up; as he had fallen to the floor by being pushed so abruptly.

He panted heavily, still grasping some air as he clenched hard on to his chest, this shit is gonna give him a heart attack.

"Is this because you miss your old town? Is that it?" Jackson still continued to asked worrisome, before biting his lip as he contemplated something looking at the floor.

"Y-yeah.." he managed to mustered, still, the scare was still haunting him.

Jackson look at him with pitying eyes, "do you want.. I can give you your password, maybe that'll make you feel better? Only if you promise me you would be discreet about it?" He tried reassuring, approaching cautiously and sitting far in the other end of the couch.

"U-huh, that'd be awesome, thanks.." squinting his eyes shut and nodding fanatically, he took this as a good opportunity to talk with Kenny, he hasn't been able to contact him in so long.

He gulped hard, sweat falling drastically as if a bucket of water had been splashed on his face, now looking at Jackson's eyes, feeling himself get calmer with each passing second.

Being back home, he let out a long tiresome sigh, the episode from early still was eating him at whole, he needed to calm down or he could mess things up with Jackson.

He grabbed his laptop and typed in the password and email Jackson gave him.

And lord and behold, he was now online.

Another thing he had to do was change his number, as people there would recognized immediately the area code of South Park. Bad thing about it, is that his now friends erased all his contacts excluding his mom and family (cousin and uncle's) luckily for him, he did manage to slip out saying Butters was a cousin when he notice his friends doings.

Finally back on his old account '@ EricCart_brah' he looked for Kenny's active status, he knew by this hour he'd be back home and scrolling endlessly on his phone ignoring his parents common arguments.

Kenny Mccormick online•

He bit his lip, he knew Kenny would demand answers because he's clearly been 'ignoring' him, which is why he told Butters to calm Kenny's tits down and tell him that he was just really busy, which wasn't far from the truth. In reality he was busy, being a North Parker wasn't easy you know!

'Sup poor boy' common, not too desperate, and quick to the point.

He waited a couple of dreaded seconds, as he looked at his screen. Kenny was taking his damn sweet time to read his message, longer than usual, oh, he must really be pissed. It was definitely on purpose cause Kenny would immediately reply back to him once receiving a message while being actively online the only times he wouldn't answer back immediately was when he was doing his shifts or walking Karen home from school.

It was their best friend thing to always prioritize their messages over anyone else's, they kinda agreed on doing it out of spite because Stan and Kyle once ignored them on the group chat a couple of years ago sliding into a roblox server with out them. Fucking dicks. They still couldn't somehow let that go.

After a minute, he finally read it, but it was left on seen. He frowned, 'Goddammit, kinny,' he thought.

'Typing...'

Those three minutes were torturous coming from Kenny.

Meanwhile he waited for Kenny to stop bitchin' with him, he scrolled through his inbox, he had two unread messages from Kyle and one from Stan, ofcourse he didn't bother answering so he left them unread, they're bitches anyways, and because they were very old messages too, like a day after his move and Stan's was at 3:00 am pretty much while he was still on the road to get to North park. But there was also messages from both Clyde and Craig, these weren't entirely far apart from the day he left south park but he was curious.

'Hey, fatboy, pleaseeeee come back I beg you🙏🏼' that was pretty much it with Clyde, sometimes he wondered if that dude was okay from the head, cause damn what gives?

And Craig's was just a '🖕🏼' he rolled his eyes, hoe.

*Ding*

About fucking time.

'Took you long, u got bored of your little north dickers?'

He snickered, now HE got his sense of humor.

'C'mon, Butt's didn't gave u mah mezzage?'

'He did'

'Okay, so Y u bitchin at me?'

'What's with the new account? Embarrassed by your people, fatboy?'

'Iz da it? U worried I forgot about u?'

'Seen'

Goddammit, 'I would never, asshole 🙄 yk I've been buzy with my move'

'Why r u writing with typos? I saw u got nice grammar in ur dumb np page'

'U stalkin me?'

'Yes, what're u gonna do about it? Send me a grenade via inbox?'

"Hahahaha!" He laughed out loud by Kenny's ridiculous shit talk, how he missed that.

'Don't be an ass🤣'

'Your so dumb...'

'*you're' he couldn't help but slapped himself in the head, what was all that about? Why did he correct that shit, he's acting like the dumb jew now.

'Sure, bitch. Okay, so how's it been?' Atleast Kenny seemed to shrugged it off easily, neither did he seemed angry anymore.

'Itz been good but itz lame ass fuck, wbu anything going on over there?'

'Not really, everything seems to mellow out since ur fat ass left town'

'Aye! Stfu!'

'It's true tho, everything is as boring like when we took that hunting bunny exhibit'

'Ugggh don't remind me🥱'

'Man, when would u come visit? Or is it like a temporary thing? C'mon tell me *dick sticker*'

'Not sure tbh, just hang in there got things handled from a tea just u wait👌🏼'

'This is my new number btw (+1)***-***-**** don't give it to those assholes of Stan and Kyeeel'

Kenballz added (+1) ***-***-**** to his contacts.

'U still angry at them for the party?'

'Nah... just want to be a dick to them thatz all'

'Fair'

'Gotta go, ttyl?'

'Sure'

He sighed exhausted sliding out from Kenny's dms, looking at the hour an it was just 2 am. Maybe he should give a peek at the hippie's message?

Stan Marsh offline• 25 min ago

'Hey, Cartman. Sorry about earlier, yk me and Kyle didn't mean to actually just not give a damn about you..

I kinda really feel bad about it rn.. hope you can forgive me? Even so, I wish you luck with the move. Ik how difficult it is to adjust to the changes but Ik you'll manage better than I ever did:)'

Way to make it gay Stan, he sighed, getting off from the couch and heading to his room in a slouch. In all honesty, he really wasn't angry at them, he kinda actually expected them to act like dicks? But still, something about Kyle just pissed him off, but being angry at Stan was very hard to do. He was so emotional and for some reason he pity him for it.

Maybe that's why he had a weak heart for Stan.

He layyed down reluctantly, opening his laptop once more, might aswell look at kyel's, or curiosity will get the best of him.

Kyle Broflovski offline• 2 hrs ago

'Hey fatass'

'Fuck u then'

Well, that was short and quick. He huffed throwing his laptop to his side, covering himself with his blanket kinda pissed off and dozing off to sleep.

°°°°

"Damn, theres a lot of people in your town," He said in a 'awe' looking at the crowd of people surrounding the mayor hall.

"Our town now, fatboy," Stewart added, wrapping a arm around his neck.

He blushed, they're very welcoming and friendly to him for some reason all of a sudden. Maybe he's been doing so damn good so far, his act has already went beyond the limits of fantastic, cause it seem his tp vibes weren't as strong as when he first arrived. He smiled accomplished.

Jackson eyed him from his side with a small wink.

He beamed even harder, he felt his cheeks stiffened by how much he was smiling that day.

He wrapped his arms around Stewart's waist resting his head against him while seeing the mayor walked towards the microphone.

"It's a nice evening today for our beautiful town," He began, it was an old man probably in his mid fifties, grey hair and had one of those fancy suits on.

"Today we've managed to make a great accomplishment, being at a rate of 55% of popularity," the man beamed proudly at the crowd.

The crowd roared cheerful, he even heard his friends shout '¡fuck yeah!'

He honestly didn't quite understand about the popularity ratings that was going on between states, but he honestly cared less it wasn't his problem.

"If we keep our rating up, will be in the 90% in lesser than a month," the man fist upwards to the air, "but that's not all, we've been given news that were offered for a possible show next fall!"

Everyone gasped, and he was left confused, just arching a brow.

'Who'd want to watch a show about some dumb town?,' he couldn't help but think about how lame that was, but said nothing. His friends seemed to be stoked about the idea.

Maybe that was his southie side speaking in him.

"Now moving that aside, time for the announcement for the winner of next judge for this yearly cat costume competition!" The man exclaimed, causing some of the people watched eagerly as the mayor took out a small piece of paper from the box to announce the winner.

"And the winner for this yearly competition is— Eric cartman?"

The people gasped as they all eyed him, even he was left bewildered.

He didn't recall ever written his name in that slip.

"It's the southie" he heard a man whispered, and a couple of others murmured.

But later roared cheerfully as they boost him upwards with their hands dragging him still dumbfounded to the stage.

"Go, Eric!" He heard his boyfriend screamed from afar, as he stepped on the stage, seemingly still confused.

He smiled awkwardly as he approached the mayor.

"Seems the town picked you for the role, it was just destined to happen," The man stated before gesturing the crowd to applaud.

He gulped seeing all those people cheering for him, it really boosted his ego and pride.

All the admiration he craved is now becoming overwhelming in a matter of seconds, the fact he just doesn't know, unaware of what's not knowledgeable maybe that's why he felt that hidden unease squeezing feeling inside his stomach.

After all that, he walked down stage and was greeted once more by his boyfriend who hugged him tightly.

"Congrats, baby nuts."

"I- I really don't know how my name got there?"

"Who cares? You got such an honorable role being from Shart Park," Stewart chimed in, approaching them with Hershey by his side.

"I suppose.. but I really don't know my role or anything?"

"Don't worry about it, we'll tell you everthing you need to know for the big day," Hershey added with a grin, "btw, Jacky your parents were looking for you just now."

Jackson groaned, "no fucking way, seriously? My god.."

"What's wrong, babe?" He eyed him curiously.

"It's- it's nothing, Eric," he shrugged giving a look at Stewart.

How fucking weird, he hated being excluded from shit.

Another day ended, and by that point and on he learned that this cat festival was a honoring tradition, the competition however was just as important than the actual festival itself so it was necessary to not mess it up or his reputation will go down the line. He did wonder why the hell they'd pick him for it, but it was way too beneficial to bail out from, he also liked that he was being recognized more by his name than by the town he was born in.

He looked through his clothing finding a perfect outfit for the evening, ignoring the voices from his head, the constant whispers and the small curses against him. Kyle's voice resonated in him like a damn devil, a curse yearning to release it's dangerous magic on him.

He wasn't sure why Kyle out of all people would be the one to haunt him. Okay, now that he thinks about it, he may be certain of why.

Ofcourse Kyle would be capable of doing that! He has always been envious of his luck and awesomeness, who wouldn't want to curse him more than Kyle ever did?

'Eric~'

"Shut the fuck up, kahal!" He screamed out, covering his ears.

'C'mon, Eric don't be such a wuss'

"I'm no wuss!"

'Ofcourse you are, fat boy'

"Aye! I ain't fat you dumb jew!"

'Don't belittle my people, fatass!'

"So stop using your dumb magic on me, and leave me alone!"

'Never, you're a traitor. A imposter'

"What're you talking about?""

'You really think these north pussies give a fuck about you? You're just a southie for them-'

"That's not true I'm changing!"

'No, you can never change. You got it in your blood, Eric. You'll be for ever be a bigoted south park faggot–'

"¡Shut up!" He hissed out, everything went silent and he no longer heard Kyle, "¡shut the fuck up!" He kept on whining while squinting his eyes shut, trying to shut all the demons out, falling on his knees now gripping on to his hair.

It was night time, meaning the beginning of the festival has now started, Jackson picked him up walking from hand to hand to the center of town. He visualize all the cute cats everywhere. He couldn't help but feel a pit in his stomach thinking about Mr kitty.

He still can't believe his mother forgot to bring Mr kitty! But he shouldn't have trust her knowing damn well she took some crack beforehand.

His cat would've been the cutest among all, sadly she would not be able to participate in such wonderful event.

'Maybe if you actually stayed in south park instead of moving your ass over here. You wouldn't be struggling about your cat, fatass'

"Quit it, Kahal! Not now" he hissed in a whisper as he side eyed his boyfriend who was seemingly distracted by some decorations.

Ofcourse Kyle wouldn't let him enjoy his night, his gonna follow him until he fucks up something.

'Don't blame me, this place sucks ass'

"It does not!"

'It does too'

"Nuh-uh!"

"Eric, are you alright?" Jackson snapped him out of it, now looking at his direction.

"Yeah baby, ofcourse I am!" He exclaimed nervously, "how about you show me those kitten mittens you told me about the other day?"

"Oh! Fuck yeah, dude!" Jackson beamed excited, before dragging him to somewhere else.

'How rude, bluntly ignores my presence'

"Shut up, Kahal. I don't want him to hear you!"

'Mhm, I don't see why you're so damn in to him, I'm soooo much interesting than him and you don't seem to like me like that?'

"Cause you're a stupid jew, that's why!"

'So you admit you're a gaywad?'

"Fuck off, dude." He shoved away with his free hand next to his face, as he were capable to shoo Kyle's annoying voice from him.

"Ms Ellen has always had the best of mittens," Jackson spoke, approaching a small stand letting go now from his hand as he gestured all the colorful mittens.

'*cough* gay *cough* *cough* what a gaywad'

"Tsch, quiet!" He sneered in a whisper, before continuously to eye Jackson in an awe.

He's so cute, he felt his eyelids fall slightly feeling that fuzzy feeling once more in his stomach. Now he wondered how he scored such a wonderful boyfriend with zero efforts!

'Stop looking at him like that, your eyes are gonna fall'

"Don't tell me what to do, Kyel," he mustered out while smiling dumbly, seeing how Jackson seemingly spoke as his blonde locks move in such a memorizing slow way.

'I'll give it two weeks max'

He heard that last bit but decided to ignore it, he is planning to enjoy his night with Jackson and succeed as a great judge.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, he and Jackson had played many of the games there. It was just the two of them that night as both Hershey and Stewart we're doing their own thing with their girlfriends, so it'd made sense for he and Jackson to do the same.

"You know.. I'm glad you're here," Jackson said out of the blue, grabbing his attention.

"Yeah? Why?" He asked munching on a corndog.

"Well, normally I'd be alone in these type of things cause those assholes are always latching like slugs to their girlfriends and shit," he said, obviously referring to the guys, smirking slyly, "now I can do the same with out feeling envious of their own love life, let's be slugs together, baby nuts"

His heart skipped a beat, he smiled warmly.

Jackson approached him, a step forward planting a kiss on his cheek he instinctively closed his eyes not wanting for it to end.

'Dumbass, he doesn't like you. He likes that he's no longer the only gay one in town'

He frowned, as he opened his eyes once more softening seeing Jackson look his way in such a lovingly way.

He hold on to his hand, "don't worry, baby. I love you," he reassured more to himself than to his boyfriend.

Ofcourse he loves Jackson, why else would he feel this immense feeling inside his chest. He's a great friend not that he 'like-like' him like that, he's just so awesome and amazing to ignore, he stands up in the crowd, he's different.

'You're confused. You don't like him, you like feeling praised'

He moved his head frantically, dragging Jackson by the arm leading him to the apple bucket game where men surrounded it cheering for the next loser to grab a red apple among the greens while blindfolded.

'You can run all you want, but you know I'm right, fatass'

"We should try it out," he ignored the echoing voice against his ears.

"Sure, did I ever mentioned you I was stated 1st place state champion of apple bobbing?"

"Really?" He looked at him surprised, Jackson winked at him placing himself in line.

'Gay'

He scoffed, "grow up, Kahal. It's sooo 80s of you to be so close minded," commenting that as he stood next to Jackson sharing him a toothy smile.

'Ugh, you two gross me out'

'Why don't you set the bucket on fire? Wouldn't it be fun if you put gasoline inside and let the next player get it? Hahaha!'

He shook his head, "no, kahal, that's awful," whispering annoyed.

'You use to do it all the time with Butters and Kenny. What's the big deal now? Afraid your pussie friends can't deal with some actual fun?'

He gritted his teeth, clenching his free hand, eyeing the next player who was a blonde girl with two big ponytails.

'Dude, wouldn't it be awesome if we do one destiny final on her? Her hair is perfect to get-'

"No, it wouldn't be 'awsome', get over it" he stated still looking at the crowd.

'Man, what's happened to you'

He bit his lip to that, in all honesty he really thought it'd be funny to see the blonde chick be dragged by a horse because her hair was tangled and tied up on it's leash.

But that wasn't a North park way to think.

'But you're not from north park'

"Tsch, what did I tell you about reading my mind Kyel!," he blurted out, flinching once he noticed he screamed too loud causing a few people to look at him weird and Jackson to eye him carefully, "you're invading my privacy," he murmured in between teeth

'You do it all the time! Don't be such an hypocrite. You don't even know what personal space is'

"I feel like I've already said this many times, but are you alright, babe? You're acting like a little pyscho."

'Cause he is. Are you blind?'

"I'm fine, babe. Just ignore it." He shrugged now getting ready to play next.

"Ignore what?"

The game went on an he managed to witness the competitive spirit Jackson had, he was rabid to win a stubbornness no one can wear him off from, ruthless almost murderous over some dumb apples noneless!

'Pst, you never seem to care when I do it?'

"Shut up, kahal. It's different, my baby is gonna get hurt," he looked at the bloody looking hound who was glaring daggers at some big chunk of a man with a cool looking beard holding on to a couple of apples in his mouth, probably five.

No longer had their blindfolds on as they circled around each other as if they were about to go in combat. Jackson had three apples, making his cheeks look all puffed up like a angry squirrel. He would laugh by the adorable display but there were other more important matters in hands.

"Hon, why don't we just truce this and-?"

Everyone gasped, going all silent, before the beard dude spit out the apples from his mouth in a bursting laugh.

"Hahahahah! Awe, how cute. Oh southies and their stupidity, your tp boyfriend is such a loser! Ofcourse, you should definitely listen and be the typical whipped ass licking moron you are and ask for a small cease-fire?"

Jackson eyed the man up and down in a threatening manner silently warning him

"South- Park- ies" The man tilted his head with each pronouncing words, grinning confidently.

"Oooohhhh" everyone blurted out in a shared shocking response, as it was indeed a low blow to be called a south parker, a disgusting insult that's worse than being thrown actual feces in someone's face.

Jackson spit the apples he had out of his mouth and straight up lounge himself towards the man.

"TAKE THAT BACK!" Screamed back, punching and yanking the man's beard off.

"Goddamn," he whispered in disbelief.

'Guess your boyfriend is also kinda a little cookoo himself'

He watched bewildered by the intensity of the street fight being unfold, as people cheered like wild animals. He even notice his other friends were already there in the pile of people cheering Jackson on.

This reminded him of the time when Kyle force him to ride a bull for some dumb Terrance and Phillip dolls, he was damn determined to win them he didn't even care that he was a vietnamese prostitute for the temporary being signing him up for the bull ride contest not caring he was drop off by Leonardo dicaprio the next day from who knows what of a night.

That was some immense determinant stubbornness and a whole lot of obsessive competitive spirit.

'In my defense, I really wanted those dolls and you wasted all the damn money'

"Whatever, Kahal," He whispered with not much enthusiasm, looking at the blonde boy smirking confidently as he stood up like he had won some boxing match.

Jackson approached him smiling warming, placing a small kiss on his lips.

"Told you I was number one champion."

'I don't think that's how you play bobbing apples'

"Sorry he call you that, baby," he added lastly before hugging him 'comforting'.

'What's there to be sorry about? You are from South park'

He corresponded back, "thanks, babe," reassuring with a small hum, smiling lightly.

'Stop acting like you aren't, asshole'

°°°°

Being judge wasn't the difficult part is was the people who'd glare menacingly, who'd watch carefully and cautious as other competitors would look like pray, atleast those that seem so gullible that'll easily cease on losing which was rare cause north park; the ones from blood, conceived from the womb of a north park mother will never bail out until they give their last breathe those that were from other states however would budge in one or a couple of rounds depending on how far long they've lived in the town. Yes, rounds.

What he figured out about this whole cat costume competition wasn't exactly just cute kitties dress up in fancy wears, it was a matter of actual BATTLE. They'd prepare themselves in a cage putting two people in and place their cats on a rounded chair. Waiting to be judge as they place themselves in middle of both cats, rules were simple:

1. First cat to jump off the chair will guarantee the owner making the fist move starting first round.

Only thing that wasn't allowed was weapons (guns, knives, swords, grenades, wires, types of acids, any sort of dust powder and flame throwers).

He wasn't sure exactly why the last weapon was needed to be specified with red ink, but he was a man who didn't question much.

Pretty much anything else is valid, so you're basically on your own once you're in the cage.

2. First player who accidentally hurts or (kill) the felines in anyway while being on the cage are disqualified immediately making the other competitor pass to the next round.

Being so damn fucking grateful he didn't bring Mr kitty to this whole thing after all was an understatement.

3. No sex inside the cage (one boner and you're out).

Now that was a rule he wondered why was needed to be added, but Hershey had told him it was because sometimes the tension between the two competitors will turn them up and makeout mid-battle.

This is why Jackson also told him he wasn't gonna let him compete as a player, he wasn't risking his boyfriend on 'falling' for some other dude. Kinda toxic, but he kinda like the possessive attitude.

4. Each meow counts as a double point, so you're current points would be sum together (the cat must be your feline for it to add up).

5. Each round is about 15 minutes (if dragged).

6. They're only 6 rounds per fight.

7. If referee catches you purposely making your feline meow you're disqualified and would be punished being excluded for the next year's competition.

8. Every aim on the gut, calves and armpit is 15 points (must be with a fist punch/ grab or finger thruster it would not count otherwise).

9. Bruises are also counted (1 point), in other cases: any teeth yanked off counts as 4.

Eyes (not preferable) 3 points.

Fingers (please don't) 6 points.

And any limbs (again, mayor Paul Theo won't pay for your hospital bills. Cautious.) 10 points.

10. You must sign the term and conditions agreeing you're aware of all the dangers you're putting yourself in and would not ask for legal action if you're severely injured (don't be a pussy), before festival date. The signature is obligatory or you will not be allowed to participate.

11. Once sixth round is over you must have atleast over 120 points gather up for the win. If both competitors have over that limited amount the competitor who has the highest count is declared winner.

However, if both competitors haven't pass the limit, they're both disqualified and will be called: tied losers until next year. (No one likes a tie you damn finger teaser).

In worse cases, a deceased competitor mid play would immediately disqualify you. If the competitor passes away after the ending round however, is automatic victory.

Eleven being the last rule, made him winced a little worrisome. This wasn't like the cow chase tournament they had in south park. This was beyond that.

What he did point out is that north parkers are VERY and when he says VERY, like goddamn! they're competitive. They don't like losing.

He bit his lip nervously as he was gesture to take a high up seat, sitting while seeing the crowd of people fill up empty seats.

Judge main attribute is to watch and declare winners, also having to count individually each players points, added his own judgment by rating each cat outfit which is important for the final counting.

He had the power to make a competitor lose if he felt like not giving a high score to their cat. Just like the power to make someone win even with a lower point count, he has unlimited points to give. And if he really dislikes the outfit he can take away max 15 points from a competitor.

So yeah, that was pretty sweet.

'You're already feeling yourself aren't you, fatass?'

"just a little... but could you blame me? Everyone is totally boned by the thought of overpowering someone, and I just have the opportunity to overpower anyone."

'That's more like it.. but don't over do it, lardass.'

"Jesus, can you give me a break already?"

'Not until you're back in South park; your real home with your real friends. We're I can keep an eye on you up closer.'

He rolled his eyes not bothering in answering back, spotting Jackson with the gang seating in some seats. Jackson spotted him right away and blew him a kiss. Which he subconsciously grabbed and blew another one back.

'God, you're so gay.'

The tournament began and everyone was riled up, it was a total massacre in and out of the cage, he was lucky being at top of it all. Seeing how aggressive the crowd of viewers were, he even notice his friends joined in the bashing. Unlike the competitors the audience could and can throw shit in, some tried aiming their gun to the competitor they hated the most others just shaked the cage in a rabid manner and some threw rocks with poor aiming.

It was quite a sight, a whole different display than what he was given firstly of the town.

"Wow," he said in an 'awe' admiring the chaos.

'Please, this would never get at a South park level'.

"C'mon, you can't tell me this isn't skewl?"

'Not even the slightest.'

"You're just saying that cause you're jealous."

'Sure~ being jealous over some people attempting to kill each other in a cage is so– exciting. If I wanted to watch that shit I could just see MMA for women on tv.'

"Okay you snarky jew, I get it, fuck. Nothing pleases you."

'I'm just stating facts, nothing beats south park.'

He grunted, reluctantly watching the whole tournament unfold, and eventually get to its end.

He was almost thrown a bucket of literal shit on because for the people's eyes his judgment wasn't going their way, not pleased by his choices. For his luck he had Jackson by his side during his performance, preventing any damages his way. Which he thought it was very warming and protective of him.

"You should give Eon a 10 pointer it'll definitely hit the rail for Jennebie," Jackson whispered in his ear, he could feel his malicious smirk against it.

So he followed through and did just that.

"Also hit Merry with a 5 pointer and let Harry have it with a 3," he continued almost in a sultry manner.

He looked his way, and sure enough it seem Jackson was turned on by pissing people off; he had dilated pupils and he was bitting his lip, moving back and forth frantically.

'He's literally manipulating you under your damn nose aren't you gonna do anything about it?'

He denied with his head not listening to Kyle and continued following his boyfriend instructions. It's not like he's whipped but he didn't mind pleasing him in some way.

He felt Jackson's hands slid next to his arms rubbing them lightly as he rested his head on his shoulder, sighing.

"Eric did I tell you how hot you look today?" He mustered nuzzling his nose against his neck warmly, "you drive me crazy."

He felt himself melt into Jackson's words, smiling dumbly as he saw how the competitors reacted by their scoring, feeling soothe by his touch and soft hair against his cheek.

He hummed as an answer, dazzlingly eyeing the crowd infront of him not caring much of the insults being sent his way.

"Mom, do you think I'm ready to have sex?" He asked his mother, now being back home.

His mom looked his way from the small kitchen practically part of the living room.

She moved her mouth as she was trying to articulate some words, seemingly startled, "uhhm.. well, I'm not sure poopsikins, do you feel ready?"

"I'm not sure either, but all my friends have done it," he shrugged not seemingly sure himself, "when was your first time?"

"Oof.." she exclaimed almost incredulous of how far that was, pouting her lips in thought, "probably when I was your age now that I think about."

"Wow. So does that mean I'm already late?"

"Ofcourse not sweetums," she chuckled, while smiling, "it's takes the right person at the right time."

"Did you do it with the right person, ma?" He asked genuinely curious.

"I did it with the coach of our volleyball team."

"Aye! That doesn't seem very ethical at all!"

"Technically I was learning something new, hon," she tried justifying herself with a light nervous tone to it, "anyways– why do you ask? Is that boyfriend of yours already wanting to escalate towards higher grounds?"

"Well.. not exactly, but it seemed like it!" He admitted, almost exasperated by the whole previous ordeal, "he seemed like he wanted something, he just.. didn't have the balls to tell me.

Even though it was obvious he was trying to hide it from me and he was all touchy too."

"Hmmm.." she looked at the ceiling, thinking carefully, "well it does seems quite suspicious, but you shouldn't get to that type of conclusions yet."

"Why?"

"Because then he'll think you're desperate."

"Really!?" He exclaimed almost nervously, eyes widen by the possibility.

He went to his room after eating dinner and briefly remembering the underwear gnome he and Stan hid in a cooler from a previous episode of theirs while he made an extra sandwich cause he was starving to death and the diet he had set himself off with wasn't it for him. Worrisome of looking like a desperate horny dog to Jackson, that was far what he wanted to give.

He layyed down sighing exhausted, remembering the passionate kisses Jackson gave him before entering his building, backing him against a wall and making out for a couple of minutes before reluctantly drifting ways.

He bit his lip just thinking the possibility of Jackson wanting more than just kisses, gulping nervously as he lightly yanked the collar of his shirt feeling a immense tightness around his neck, sucking in some air.

He took out his phone and texted Butters about his other worry that has also been eating him alive all day. The previous event made him realize how much he missed his little feline friend.

Butters (+1 ***-***-****) 📞

[Inbox✉]

'Butters, make sure Mr. Kitty is well fed or I'll hunt you down and chop you into bits you hear me!'

'No need to worry about it, Eric👌🏼

I'm already making sure your furr baby is alright'

'Please don't call it a furr baby, dude. That's gay as fuck'

'Butters?' He reluctantly added.

'Yeah?'

'If I we're to never come back.. would you miss me?'

'Why golly, Eric. Ofcourse I will, we're best pals!'

'I fell like you're bullshittin me rn just to make me feel better'

'Are you feeling under the weather again?'

He pinch himself, Butters could right outta the bat tell when somethings bothering him even through text.

'Maybe..'

'Do you know if any of the guys have been.. not that I care or anything! But, do they seem to miss me or something?'

'Typing..'

Butters kept writing but it seemed he stopped a couple of times before continuing writing again as if he was contemplating his reply and erasing it back and forth.

Finally after like a minute, he sent a bible looking message.

'This is what I've seen so FAR, it's not accurate so please don't take it as seriously, alright?:)

I've seen Stan and Kyle being the ones least affected by your absence, ofcourse that was just the first few days.

Stan seems to be taking it all pretty lightly but I do see him getting bored easily and shoving his face in junk food all day (probably not you related) but still, it's kinda unlike him yk.

Kyle on the other hand.. well, yk how pissy he gets. It's kinda hard to tell what's in his mind when all he shows is anger. But he does seem to be in denial of you actually staying in north park for too long, he thinks you're scheming something (Which isn't entirely untrue but he doesn't know that) and you already knew that.

Kenny, I already told you. He wasn't taking it well, but he's gotten better since your last call.

And well, to summarize it all, it does seem to put affect in some way for them. So I do think they miss you, Eric.

You guys don't really have the best way in showing it'

'That's useless dunk garbage, I could've guess that myself, dumbass.

But thanks.. I guess'

'Anytime n.n'

'Eric.'

'What?'

'What the hell is dunk garbage suppose to mean?'

He sighed, placing his phone in his lamp stand, covering himself in his covers.

'Are you finally gonna admit you're homesick, dickface?'

"Fuck you, I am not," huffing annoyed, he tossed himself to his other side, "I just miss Mr kitty that's all."

'Mhm, sure, Cartman'

"Tee hee~ tee hee hee~" he heard from the end of his bed, he snapped back up in shock, glancing at that little well familiar devil.

'Oh great'

"The fuck!? I thought I had got rid of you already!"

"Tee hee~ is this how you welcome your little bundle of joy after years of not seeing each other?"

"Fuck you, dude! I don't want nothing to do with you anymore. I'm not a little kid anymore, this is totally lame now," he hissed hiding half his face under the covers, feeling frustratingly embarrassed, "so uncool.."

"So you rather replace me for a gay inner monologue of your gay little friend?" Cupid sneered, approaching him.

'Fuck you, asshole!'

"Up yours, Kyle!" The little creature snap back almost bitterly, now changing his tone to a sweeter one, "Eric we use to be the best of friends! Setting people up with their true love it was so much fun!"

"Yeah, but acting like cupid is a 2016 thing, get over it already. It's sooo totally lame."

Cupid me sighed in disbelief and disapproval, "preteens I swear~" he rolled his eyes annoyed before continuing, "look, Eric. I'm here not exactly to set anyone up.

I'm here to make you realize the real you tee hee~"

"The real me?"

"Uhuh," he nodded beaming wide, "you're so in denial of your true feelings I'm starting to feel pity over you~" he swirled around in circles playfully.

"Aye!"

"But don't worry! That's why I'm here! To open your eyes~"

"To what?"

"Being in love with Jackson ofcourse! Tee hee hee~!"

"WHAT!? NUH-UH! you're bullshittin me right now! I don't like Jackson, I just think he's neat and cool!"

"That's being a complete gayway, cupcake~"

'I must admit just this once that the ugly goblin has a point'

He heard cupid me huffed by the name, but he couldn't give a rats ass about it, "Shut the fuck up, Kahal! And shut the fuck up cupid me! I DO NOT like Jackson!"

"Yes you do~"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh~"

"NO!" Panic began rising in him, shoving harshly the little creature to the wall running inside his closet with his hands covering his ears closing the door with a loud slam.

'Sweet, can you do that again?' He heard Kyle say referring about how he had shoved cupid me in a furious attempt to get him away.

He ignored him once more, squinting his eyes shut dismissively shaking his head frantically. Hearing cupid me rise above with angry noises and the flapping of his wings echoing the room in a loud attempt to threatened him.

"That does it, Eric," Cupid me spoke tirelessly behind the door, his sweet tone long gone replacing for a more menacingly one, "I've been very nice and have forgiven you countless times of how you've mistreated me!

Now come out of the closet right now, were gonna speak like real men!" He slammed harshly the door attempting to turn the handle but his little hands couldn't grasp it entirely making it almost impossible.

"No! Leave me alone!"

'C'mon cupid me, leave him alone already. You can't force it either' he heard Kyle try to reason with it in his defense, but Cupid me was way stubborn to let things slide easily.

"Shut up, Kyle, I don't want to hear anymore of those gay little speeches of yours! This is between me and him," Cupid me kept on slamming the door, even trying to budge in with his body, "come outta the closet right now, Eric!

You can't hide yourself in there forever."

"Just you watch!" He cried out, feeling tears fall down his cheeks, sucking harshly some air. He's never felt this scared in his life, feeling how small and suffocating the small space being, sobbing and holding himself for dear life as he hugged his legs hiding his face.

There was a immediate silence, he wanted to take a peek and make sure cupid me was long gone, but he stopped before placing his hand on the door.

'Don't be stupid. He could be acting like he isn't there to make you come out, he isn't called a creepy little shit for no reason'

He nodded, gulping nervously, as Kyle was indeed right. Cupid me wasn't to be mess with, he was calculated, cunning and coldly accurate, he knew his ways to get him, and he hated having let that little shit capable of making him feel this vulnerable.

He rocked himself back and forth in attempt to calm his nerves, but it didn't help in the slightest.

'Breathe, asswipe, you don't want to pass out either'

He squinted his eyes even harder, sucking in some air and letting it out, in and out.

'1–

Breathe in, exhale..

2-

Breathe in, exhale..

3– '

His breathing began to take a slower pace, Kyle's voice soothed him like no other but he was immediately tense back up by the sounds of a chainsaw.

Oh god, no.

He trembled trying to back further away but there was no more end to it. He looked fearsome at the door being torn apart and a crazy cupid me smirking menacingly poke inside.

"Oh, Eric~ come out from the closet, dear~" he sang, finally demolishing the door to it's entirety.

Cupid me gripped him from his shirt yanking him out and with a loud thump he shoved him to the floor, he whimpered trying to reach his bed and try shielding himself under it but Cupid me dragged him by the legs. Sobbing uncontrollably he was left no choice but to look into his eyes.

"Eric, I'm not trying to hurt you.. but you have to listen to me. You're in love with Jackson."

And with that, cupid me pointed a arrow at him, "this is for your own good, be happy and be as gay as you can possibly be tee hee~!" Finally releasing the arrow and knocking him out dead with a hit.

°°°°

He gasped wide awake, looking at his sweaty hands and seemingly back in bed. He looked around and cupid me was no longer in sight.

'Morning gay bitch'

Just Kyle, but that wasn't anything new for him.

He sighed feeling slightly better, "Morning.."

'Sleep well, fatass?'

"Slept like ass, but I do feel slightly better," and with that, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

He had noticed it seemed to be quite earlier than usual his mother was still in bed, so he quietly walked passed her room to not disturb her.

Since when has that ever matter to him?

He made himself breakfast not bothering on waking up his mother, and soon after headed outside to meet up with his friends. They had agreed on hanging out for today at the skaters park.

Waving hello as he saw both Hershey and Stewart already sitting in some stairs waiting for the remaining members.

"Morning!"

"What's got you all smile and rainbows?" Stewart asked with a smile, arching a brow confused.

"Nothing, I just feel good you know," he shrugged, sitting in the spot next to him.

"You did a great job as judge, dog park," Hershey added, now sitting with his legs cross infront of them, mindlessly sliding his board from side to side.

"Thanks."

After a few minutes of chit chatting Jackson had finally arrived, eyes widen in surprise as he notice him, planting a kiss right away on his lips.

"Morning, baby nuts. Didn't think you'd be here this early," he gave a hand five to Stewart and a peace sign to Hershey before sitting down, "normally you're the last to arrive."

"I thought you'd be happier to see me~" he teased with a smirk.

"I'm always happy to see you."

His heart skipped a few beat smiling wide and his face felt heated.

"Damn, motherfuckers. Get a room," Stewart added with not much malice into it, taking out a small bag from his pocket of his baggy ass black pants.

"What the fuck is that?" He asked, curiously eyeing what it seems to be a couple of joints.

"Never tried a joint before, fatboy?"

He denied, he thought those shit were for pussies; poor people like Kenny and hippies, definitely for hippies. Goddamn how he hated hippies.

"Damn why didn't you say so!" He exclaimed baffled, his other two friends also looked distraught his way, "here," he passed him a joint but he hesitantly look at it.

There wasn't anything relatively good in those things, he's only gotten bad experiences just being near them. Being his mother a crackhead herself or seeing Kenny get himself high with paint for substituting it; even if he had countless times told him he should just stick with the joints instead of huffing paint like some crazy junkie. He also witnessed dumb highschoolers making themselves look like cringe looking fools being all high and shit promising himself he'll never be like them.

"What? Scared?" Stewart asked, taunting moving the joint in hand with a sly smirk.

And Jackson eyed him with a intense look, interest peeking his way.

'Don't do it, asshole'

He snatched that joint quicker than dashing off in a hurry when he hear the microwave announce with a beep that his hotpocket was ready.

Huffing a deep bunch, coughing loudly as it hit his throat awfully while his friends laughed by the first attempt.

"Killer.." he mustered out, feeling how the substance was already hitting him bad.

He was starting to feel a lot lighter since, also losing appetite and replacing his food with joints. Luckily his mother seem to not mind it much, as she view it being a phase of his now that's he's hitting adolescent anytime soon.

He layyed down, puffing some more of the weed given, turning on the tv lazily.

He laughed incredulous at the big companies that claim being precautious of the environment and safety of the children.

And he bashed on people who show any ounce of hatred towards animals.

Who do they think they are? This world is supposed to be freedom, we're all animals living in the same globe managed and ruled by arrogant men who play god.

Who can say who's to command the world? Just cause they speak and are highly intelligent than most animals there.

Someone should do something about it, go against this corrupted government and protest for the right of change and liberty.

He huffed another hit, before resting deeply his head against a cushion and doing absolutely nothing about it taking out his phone and putting on so music to avoid any mindless thinking.

His eyes widen in realization, "MOOOOOOOM," he screamed out loud in a scare.

°°°°

"Ah, I see," the doctor hummed, as he eyed his eyes with a small flashlight, "you're developing pussie-itis." He concluded.

"Oh my," he heard his mother gasped in surprise.

"What's that?" He asked confused.

"It only occurs to outsiders," he explained, placing back his flashlight in his coat, "it's a condition that could lead to severe head trauma being cause by being homesick or being expose for too long on a diffrent environment far different from your previous living."

"Nuh-uh! I'm not home sick!"

"This is serious, you could turn into a giant pussy."

He gasped by the revelation, covering his mouth.

"Is there any way to prevent that happening, doctor?," his mother asked concerning.

"Well, I could prescribe some medicine. But that still can't guarantee some changes in your son, Ms Cartman."

Being prescribe meds was super lame, but he had no choice into taking them.

However after a few days he got tired and decided to skip a few times and lastly shoving the pills inside a drawer completely forgetting about them as he venture with his friends doing whatever crappy shit hit their way.

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[no1maddoxfan]

They got us:

Really thought it was gonna be Asaka since she's got some new cards in newest OCG Rush box, but since they pulled a duel from him last ep, they gotta make up for it lol.

Speaking of Asaka, she fr smart!! Like she got us! I had no clue she gave Monster Reborn to Damamu, like how would you retrieve it?? My opinion of her has increased, though I liked her from the beginning lol. Hope she still duels at least once (Yuna??? Please???).

Look, I got the upmost respect for Yuamu here. Ik Ive been saying "fuck the Ohdos" for awhile, but it's supposed to be mostly a joke. Let her be the BBEG for this arc, maybe even season, to make up for what they did with Queen. But imma be genuine for the first time, ok? I really think she kinda blundered here real hard, not taking Damamu with her. Like ik there needs to be drama and all but if she could've used the Dark Power™ to knock out Damamu from the beginning, why not take them?? And even if she didn't want to do that, Damamu likes her and Yuhi and Zwijo. Just ask and they'll probably come. Am I stupid?? Or overthinking this??

Like I wasn't expecting her to know everything and her plan on the spot was pretty good, sussing out Asaka and all that but like, leaving one of the most powerful beings in the universe alone with probably the only person who could stop you is, a move ig. I mean now they're in two, when you could've just had the one locked down. They can move at the speed of light and are now a free agent. Also, what if Kuaidul just, never let go of Yudias and didn't return to Earth?? Would she have turn Earth inside out then have to fly back and hope they were still there?? What if Yudias had dueled enough times to revive another person -1 and now there were seven Damamu?? What if Damamu handed it off for whatever reason to someone and they tore it up?? AM I STUPID?? OR OVERTHINKING THIS??

This is they ONE thing I've thought about, and honestly it ain't a big deal, like we need tension and drama, if Yuamu had Damamu and found out they had Monster Reborn, regardless of when, her plan would have been just that much closer to completion, but idk. Not everything gotta be a twist, but it's still a good one lol.

Also Yuhi bout to get whiplash flipping sides like that. Yuamu, please don't beat him too hard.

[the-violet-void]

y'know what, fuck it. time for some trauma dumping. big CW for child abuse, neglect, and self harm

I'm a victim of the terrible US adoption agency!

I was adopted at the age of three. I only have one memory of my time before being adopted, and it was a happy memory that admittedly has some really concerning connotations, but all I really have to go off was what people told me was reported to CPS and my biological mom denying all of it, so Idk I'll just leave this part of my past untouched for now. maybe it was a good idea to remove us, maybe it was total bullshit, either way there is no reason in hell I should have been given to the family I was given to

first of all, my two older siblings and I were promised that we wouldn't ever be separated, only for me to almost immediately be separated from them, and us put into two separate families in completely different cities

I don't know anything about how my siblings were raised, but they went back to our bio mom almost as soon as they each turned 18, so that doesn't bode well. also apparently their adoptive parents wouldn't let them see me more than like once or twice besides at the rare events where it was unavoidable, so yeah

onto the family I was adopted into

____

My adoptive dad has terrible anger issues. any little thing could set him off. like literally just stopping for a second, because whatever was on TV caught my eye while I was walking past while getting ready for school, was enough for him to yell at me. my mom would warn us when he was coming home from work that he was "in a bad mood" sometimes, which basically meant we better be on our absolute best behavior and not annoy him by telling him the joke I heard on TV earlier that day that I thought was really funny

frequently, he would hit me. his go to was slapping. mind you, not spanking (as bad as that is already). slapping. across the face. it got to a point where I developed a dread of getting out of bed in the morning, because the longer I hid on my top bunk, the longer I could stay away from him. I literally don't have a single memory of a school morning where I wasn't slapped around at some point. 9/10 I didn't even know why it was happening. he would never have a talk with me about why I was being punished, just kinda told me "you know what you did"

one day in like 5th or 6th grade I had enough and after he hit me, I hit him back and said "stop hitting me" and his response was to slap me the hardest he's ever done. I fell to my hands and knees, and after I got back up and walked away, my nose started gushing blood. he'll insist to this day that it was just that I was upset and it was cold outside (we were inside where it was reasonably comfortably warm) but I know for a fact that it was because he knocked something loose in there or something like that.

a girl at school noticed the clot in my nose and asked about it, and I told her what happened. she told an adult on my behalf (without me asking, btw). later that night my dad told me to explain to the principal the next day that it was "just spanking for discipline" and that he wasn't abusing me.

One day I was told to clean my adoptive brother and my shared bedroom, and I said "but that's his mess, why doesn't he have to clean it up? it's not fair" and he screamed at me, saying "you have ten seconds to get up there and get that room clean or I'm kicking your ass into next week, is that fair?" and, because I'm autistic and didn't realize it was a hypothetical, I said "no, it's not". he grabbed me by the collar, shoved my head in the nearby kitchen sink, and started blasting me in the face with the spray nozzle. he kept me down for what felt like forever, and I felt like I was drowning the entire time

when I got into high school, he stopped hitting me as often, but there was that one time my brother refused to clean up after his dog after it diarrhea-ed under my bed (for days on end, and I had to sleep right above it) and instead of making him or punishing him, my dad just told me to do it instead. I refused, and my dad shoved me against the closet door, knocking both it off its slider, and a lot of slats out, and then started pulling on my hair as hard as he could while pushing back on my body. I only got out because I managed to accidentally him in the face while I was flailing in pain and desperation, then ran to the bathroom and looked the door and hid until he calmed down. even after all of this I still had to clean it up myself

in adulthood, it doesn't happen a lot, but we get into fist fights sometimes. mostly now it's "just" verbal stuff, like making offhand comments about my weight (pretending he cares about my health when I call him out for it) for example. also even though the apartment we both lease (I hate this arrangement btw, but there's literally no other option for me rn) is equally under both our names, he insists that he is "king of the house" and that I'm "too autistic" to be in charge, when literally all I want is for us to treat each other as equals

btw I found out recently that in his mind, it's ok for a white person to say the N word (with a hard r and everything) as long as they weren't using it "against anyone" and that he wasn't "scared of a word". also he made a point to use the word as much as possible during that "discussion", with immaculate enunciation each time, far better than he was using for any other word of any sentence. I know this isn't abuse towards me, but I just want you to understand the kind of man I was given to. I will say though, I had asked him previously to try to help me de-escalate when our fights got too heated so they don't turn into fist fights anymore, and guess what he didn't do, and guess what happened

_____

on to my mom. as a kid she was my preferred parent. but that doesn't mean she was good.

she didn't slap me around, but she would spank me from time to time. this was rare, though there was the time she threatened to pull down my pants and slap me bare-ass naked in front of the entire store

her go to punishments was time-out, fair enough I guess, but she would leave me there way too long imo. honestly I think she would forget she put me there sometimes

there were plenty of times where she would tell me that we didn't have money for a seven dollar Bionicle set or a cheap Transformer or whatever, then add a new Coach purse to her collection a few days later

because of my autism, vegetables taste like poison to me. like, actual literal poison. I can't handle it at all. it makes me dry heave and everything. the bitterant on a Nintendo Switch cartridge is a sweet treat comparatively. I dreaded any time my mom made dinner because it would mean the potential of being given a seving of vegetables of some kind, and if that happened I was fucked, because she wouldn't let me get up until I finished them. she would do this in front of the extended family too, during holiday dinners, and berate me saying "look at all the other kids outside having fun, you could join them if you just eat your vegetables". there was one time I sat at the table until like 9 or 10 pm before she finally left me get up because I just couldn't bring myself to eat it. dinner was at like 5 or 6

when the whole bloody nose thing happened, she guilt tripped me by saying that if I ever told anyone about my dad's abuse again, that all us kids would be taken away, and (seemingly more important to her) that she would loose her job (she works with kids)

I only ever had friends over once in elementary school, for my birthday one year. unfortunately I spent most of that standing in a corner because I said a word that sounded vaguely like a cuss word or something I don't even know what it was about, but it was one of the most embarrassing days of my life. I finally build up the courage to invite friends over, and she does THIS!? yes of course I was made fun of for this at school

as I got older and started thinking for myself (and by that I mainly mean "coming out" as an athiest) she became a whole lot worse. she started finding any excuse to pick a fight with me, and would intentionally escalate me until my "anger issues" came out (in hindsight I know this was Ember coming out to try to defend me) just so she'd have an excuse to punish me by grounding me. she would especially target weekends where I had big plans with my girlfriend at the time.

Idk if this is abuse in some way, but one day I was watching a few episodes of The Addams Family with that girlfriend and I had my arm around her shoulder completely innocently and my mom sees us from the kitchen and pulls me in there and starts berating me for "sexualizing" my gf. I asked what the problem was, that I just had my hand on her shoulder like pretty much any couple does when they're watching something together and she was like "don't lie to me, I know where your hand was". note that this was all still well in earshot of the girlfriend. if I remember correctly we just kinda laughed it off and went back to watching our show

actually, that reminds me. she didn't want me and the girlfriend having sex, or showing physical affection of any kind really, because she didn't want any of the younger kids exposed to it. the sex part I totally get, but like kissing, hugging, and holding hands was too far as well. hell she would get antsy if we even sat on the same piece of furniture. wanna know how she would make sure we weren't having sex? she would send my younger brother to spy on us secretly and report to her if he ever caught us in the act. y'know, the younger brother she didn't want exposed to that sort of thing? to this day that gap in basic logic confounds me

there was this one time when I was just watching Netflix on my 3DS and my sister kinda stole the ability to watch Netflix from me on another device (my mom was only paying for one person to be able to use it at a time) so I let her watch an episode of her show before taking it back. my sister threw a fit over this, and my mom came in and got Ember and me so wound up that E threw a book (not even in anyones direction, and it landed harmlessly on the floor with nary a corner ruffled) and she called the police on me for it. her exact words to the dispatcher was "hello, I would like to press charges on my son..." I went into the kitchen and made her watch me self harm and told her straight up that she and my dad are the reason this happens. she looked at me dead in the eyes and said "I'm not the one holding the knife to your arm"

nowadays we have a sort of unspoken truce, though she refuses to accept that I'm trans or call me by my real name or use my pronouns because I'm autistic so according to her I don't know what I want from life (btw, remember when I said she worked with kids? it's in the mental health field, so by now that should terrify you)

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they were both pretty neglectful. I mean I was fed, clothed (even though I didn't like any of the clothes) and never slept without a roof over my head, but they were emotionally neglectful (mainly I couldn't depend on them to help me when I was upset) and my ability to hold a conversation took a hit because they refused to show any interest in a conversation with me that lasted longer than like 30 seconds or whatever. to this day I still have it internalized that no one cares what I have to say and that I'm a nuisance to everyone around me. I also have a really hard time reaching out to people when I'm need help

I was the scapegoat of the family. any time one of the other kids did something wrong, and my parents weren't around to see it, I would be blamed immediately

when I started self harming in high school, instead of trying to help improve my life, or get to the bottom of why I was doing it, or anything like that, they punished me. I'm pretty sure I was grounded, and they definitely went through my room and took away anything metal, even if it wasn't even sharp at all

one day after moving out I was visiting my parents' house and I saw a notepad back and forth between my fellow adopted sibling and one of my parents, I don't know which one. it was something about them wanting him to do a chore and him not wanting to do it because he felt like shit that day or something. this went back and forth for a few pages until whichever parent it was said "we adopted you. you are our property. you will do what we say". so yeah mask off there, huh?

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I spent most of my childhood hiding in my room playing video games. they became an escape, as well as a way to stay out of my parents' way

I have flashbacks to my dad's abuse frequently. sometimes I'll be so wrapped up in intrusive thoughts playing through my mom's arguments that I'll find myself responding to "her" verbally.

like I mentioned before I have a really hard time believing anyone cares about me

no joke I looked up a symptoms list of CPTSD like a month ago and I found I could tick off every single thing on the list that came up. I talked to my psychiatrist about it, hoping I could get a diagnosis (over time of course, I wasn't expecting it right away), but she kinda dismissed me and told me that I had to talk to a therapist about it, so yeah.

at this point literally all I want is a reasonably comfortable quiet life, maybe sharing a place with a partner or a few, and never having to look at or talk to my adoptive family again. I honestly don't know if I can start healing and bettering myself in any major ways until then

[thegempage]

i. i think this counts has having farmer clairvoyance thoughts?? idk i want to get inside his head a little bit lmao ("who's farmer clairvoyance???" relevant playlist for context, tl;dw version is we took the main character of tfr and made him a stardew valley farmer)

kind of rolling with a dual hc that the 28 day seasons in stardew valley are compressions of what the farmer would, theoretically, experience as a full year and that this is tfr clairvoyance alternate situation (not necessarily ending) where he flees to the countryside at the behest of Someone™ when oculus becomes determined to get him to shut up one way or another

also that even tho we have yet to make any food except for one omelette for an emergency feast of the winter star gift, clair does have to eat food lmao

so yeah!

It's not... well it's not worse than Riftdale, here.

Not that it makes the ache to get back there any smaller or easier to deal with. In a lot of ways, someone would argue that Clairvoyance's life here is better than it was in Riftdale, because here in Pelican Town no one wants to kill him. Even discounting the fact that he's not cooped up in a bunker anymore, not sleeping only in sporadic naps out of a gut twisting fear that he would miss something, not draining his eyes and wrecking his brain with headaches from staring at so many screens for so long, not scratching his throat to hell by broadcasting whenever anything happened regardless of the effect on his throat, no one wants to kill him here.

That he knows of. The pour of the coffee pot stills as he takes a moment to consider whether any of the townspeople would have a reason to kill him. Probably not -- he has yet to become particularly buddy-buddy with anyone, not the way they are with each other, but whenever he does greet people they're generally kind toward him and they accept his offers of help with big smiles. He doesn't know the Mr. Qi whose note he picked up is, but anyone who challenges him to put beets in the mayor's fridge seems a bit more interested in watching him run around than being a genuine threat.

(He re-calibrates: Mayor Lewis might have a reason to kill him. That statue did not disappear into thin air and if Clair goes poking around, he can't be sure Lewis wouldn't at least take a shot.)

Smith rubs against his leg with a long, sing-song meow, his eye blinking slowly up at Clair. It snaps Clair out of the funk, resuming the flow of coffee into one of the mugs his "grandfather" had left behind.

(He remembers his first day here, sort of. The letter had told him they fixed up the inside of the house as best they could, but cleaning the outside would be too suspicious. Robin and Lewis had told him it would probably be dusty, so if he needed help cleaning he could ask and it would be freely given. He'd opened the door to an inside not modern, still as rustic as the outside of the cabin and as un-lived in as the empty, overgrown field outside, but comfortable. A dresser full of clothes that were mostly his size, enough dishware to get him through a week, maybe two, and a bed that was the most comfortable sleeping arrangement he'd ever had. The letter had instructed him not to ask where they'd gotten any of it.)

Smith hops onto the counter, sitting just far enough away from the stove that Clair can't scold him in earnest. Sure, some people wouldn't have let him up at all, but was Clair going to look Smith in his one eye and tell him no? Absolutely not. The cat, perhaps sensing how much forgotten love was packed into the name that Clair had given him without hesitation, knew he had Clair wrapped around his paw and used that power to mostly get places he wasn't supposed to be and get as many pets as possible in a single day. One would have been able to accuse him of being a terrible farm cat, even, except that he was fantastic with the slowly growing amount of animals on the farm.

Especially their first dinosaur, Chief. Clair had given the dinosaur the name mostly as a joke, but Smith loved to crawl up on the dinosaur's back and fall asleep there, soothing a creature that no one had seen alive for enough years that when Gunter had told him, it sent Clair's head spinning.

Clair finishes pouring his coffee. He stares into it, thinking, teetering on the edge of a winter-spurned spiral. Smith bumps against him again, purring and getting up under his chin, settling against Clair's chest with a contented sound. Clair picked up his coffee and, careful of Smith, took a sip.

Pelican Town wasn't worse than Riftdale, and in some ways he didn't regret moving here as much as he missed Riftdale.

In a perfect world, or even just a kind one, maybe he'd be able to make a home for himself in both places.

[enam3l]

I just want to see how Eddie would react to reader using the safe word and how he would feel

eep thank you for being my first request and my first smut attempt! i hope it's okay and you like it, i kinda got carried away

2k words / SMUT! / tw: idk like a teeny daddy kink and panic attacks

Eddie hated being called a freak, it had followed him for years. Maybe it wasn't said to him anymore since he'd left high school but he couldn't shake the memory. It was a tagline that belittled and dismissed his passions and interests. A punishment for being anything other than an all American cookie cutter athlete like Jason fucking Carver or a Tom Cruise-esque heartthrob like Steve, who now was one of Eddie's best friends but still... Eddie couldn't help but think Steve's hair was fair more ridiculous than his own long curls.

Being called a freak sucked... until you said it. At the beginning of your relationship as you began to intimately discover each other's deepest desires, after hearing Eddie whimper the word 'Mommy' as you straddled him, you put your soft lips to his ear and whispered the words 'Oh you really are a freak aren't you Eddie Munson?'

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For the first time his heart did not sink at the words. This time his dick twitched. Because this time being a freak was okay. Because now you were a freak too. Now long into your relationship and more in tune with each other's bodies than you were your own there wasn't much the two of you hadn't tried.

The day had dragged on, spending your day being belittled and cross examined by men without your skill set but a salary nearly double yours. Everyday you were grateful to find a job doing something you loved but you couldn't deny that you were exhausted of being in a male dominated environment. You always struggled to feel comfortable around men until you met Eddie, he was the exception. His soft and beautiful heart disguised under his hard grunge exterior. Sometimes you joked he was the human personification of a dark chocolate with a caramel centre. He pretended to hate that comment despite your sweet words making him feel gooey inside, further proving your point. But your colleagues weren't like Eddie. They wore tailored suits to cover their icy cores which no matter how hard you worked, you could never chip away at.

After hearing a prolonged period of shuffling and jangling from beyond the front door, Eddie finally opened it. He had expected to find your there, what he hadn't expected was you looking up at him, small, tired and wide eyed. Your bag abandoned on the floor, it's contents turned inside out in an attempt to find your keys. At his beautiful face, warm and kind, your bottom lip began to tremble.

Gasping at his forlorn love, he was quick to gather you in his big arms

'Baby! Baby, my baby girl, what is wrong?!'

You snuffled your face into his neck, hands clawing at his sides to bring him closer even though it wasn't physically possible. You needed his scent to overtake you.

'Just really really glad t'be home, with you Eds'

He knew there was more, he always did but it was better not to press right now. Between delicate kisses to your temple and calming strokes along your spine he whispered

'Yeah baby, it's okay, you're home now. We're home. Come on, let me take you in.’

He guided your legs around his waist and carried you over the threshold, using one foot to shuffle along your abandoned belongings. It took you a little while into your relationship for you to admit you loved letting him baby you, having previously never let yourself become so vulnerable under the touch of a man. And my god was Eddie thrilled, upon meeting you, a primal urge to protect and worship you filled him. It was something he never felt with anyone before.

Eddie carried you through your home and once you were in the bedroom he gently placed you on the bed. Immediately your hands reached out to desperately grab for him again.

'Are we being my needy baby girl tonight? That's okay love, whatever you want'

He knew the score and was already halfway climbing onto the bed, always unable to resist your sad eyes especially. His head barely hit the pillow before you're buried back into his side and pathetically pawing at his t-shirt

'What do you need baby, I can't help if you don't say?'

Your fingers had breached his clothes and were now working up his stomach.

'You' you finally admit, your voice muffled from your face being pressed into him.

'Me?'

'Yeah Ed, need you to be inside me.'

Eddie chuckles at your need for intimacy but simultaneously he can't believe how much you love him, he never will.

'Anything for you,' he admits as he raises up to undress himself and then carefully do the same to you, freeing your body of your work clothes.

The second the last item of clothing is shed you latch onto him, desperate to feel your bodies together. Your mouth sucks at his neck as your hands roam his biceps and the little trail of hair from his navel to groin.

Eddie groans, blissed out by your need for him. He roles over, slotting between your thighs which you instinctually spread. He rests propped up on his arms so he can look at your face. He sees the need in your slightly teary eyes and is encouraged by your hands on his ass pulling him towards you.

He guides his thick cock through your folds, coating himself in your sweet wetness. It's hard for him not to melt at the way you whimper and eagerly nod him on to enter you. Finally he slowly slides in. His dick gently stretching you and filling the emptiness you'd felt all day. Seeing the bliss spread over your features and the way your expression instantly softened feeling him inside you, Eddie coos

'Oh my sweet girl. This is what you needed, huh? Needed daddy to look after you. S'okay you know there's no where I'd rather be.'

And it's true, you'd both often wished your bodies could merge as one. Constantly desiring a level of closeness not physically possible.

He peppers your face in gentle kisses as he begins to move. Each worry from the day squashed by each thrust of his hips. It's slow and intimate and everything you need. Your lips find each other, frantic to taste the other. As your kisses grow more desperate, Eddie's thrusts speed up in time. The only noise in the apartment is your wetness each time your bodies join. The way he fills you is both comforting and overwhelming and your kisses are broken up as moans escape your lips. Allowing yourself to be totally overtaken by the sensation of him pushing deep inside you.

Eddie can never believe the effect he's able to have on you, especially in such intimate and passionate sex. You make him feel loved and desired in a way he didn't know was possible.

His hand moves to your neck, wanting to angle your head so he just watch your beautiful face react to each pump as you both grow closer.

And even though his grasp around your neck is gentle, he's barely applying pressure, for the first time his hands around your throat did not feel comforting. He is barely restricting your oxygen but it still feels too tight and doesn't fill you with a giddy sensation like usual. The closing in of your vision to just your boyfriends face didn't feel beautiful either. For the first time it all felt suffocating, as if the walls were closing in and every gap was stuffed with cotton wool, not a corner to wiggle to.

Sex with Eddie was always fun, intimate and beautiful and yes sometimes a little weird but suddenly it was terrifying. Before your brain could even compute just what the problem was, your throat rasped out a word you'd never uttered before 'Melon!' Your safe word. You decided upon it after both agreeing it was the worst flavour for anything.

Eddie froze then quickly shot up and practically ran over to the other side of the room. Terrified at the thought he had been scaring or hurting you. But what terrified him more was he truly had no idea what was wrong, this hadn't been one of your more experimental moments. It was raw and passionate and love filled.

His face fell as he saw you recoil into yourself and your face which seconds ago had been the image of content was now crumpling. Tears trickling down your face as you looked up at him. Eddie couldn't help but well up at the sight of your distress. You both stared at each other, distraught and confused.

Slowly he walked back over to the bed, careful not to scare you. Fuck, the thought of you, of all people being scared of him was truly his worst nightmare.

'Sweetheart... I'm so so sorry. Are you okay? Can you talk?'

You blink a few tears away and nod. Your hand reaches back out to him as you shuffle on the bed, indicating for Eddie to get back in. He felt his racing heart gradually slow down knowing you still wanted him near.

Pulling up the quilt and getting under, he nudges you to do the same.

He stutters 'Can... can I touch you?'

Your heart breaks hearing how nervous he is, you feel awful for saying it, worse for still not being able to conjure the words as to why. Reaching out to hold him, you both settle into each other's arms.

'I'm sorry I scared you Eddie, I don't know what happened I just -' a sigh escapes your mouth as you try to process.

His little kisses across the crown of your head help calm you and you feel the pieces of your emotions fit together. Sitting up and taking his hands in yours, you look at him. With a sniffle you finally admit 'Work... it's been horrible Eds. I'm so tired of them. I'm so tired of feeling like the smallest person in the room. These men standing over me, talking down to me...'

He listens so intently, absorbing every word you say, his thumbs brushing back and forth over your fingers.

'It's just when you put your hand on my neck... god you weren't even choking me but it's like my brain decided it to freak out. And suddenly everything was too much? I felt like I was spiralling, like I couldn't breathe or escape. It was scary. I've never felt like that before. Like everything came crashing down at once.'

Eddie nods, he knows exactly what you mean and he's so glad you're not hurt and he's so glad you're not scared of him. 'Oh my baby. I think you had a panic attack? I've seen Will have them before. It's like your brain was already overwhelmed and on edge and there's just one thing that can tip you over and your body just reacts.'

You let out what feels like your first real breath in several minutes now you know what it was. A small smile starts to form as you think how lucky you are to have a boyfriend as empathetic as him. 'Oh... that makes sense. I guess just everything has built up inside me and that's how it decided to release.'

Eddie's hand reaches up to your cheek, his thumb stroking you softly, 'But promise me, baby, promise you'll say if I was hurting you? Are you sure it was okay, I definitely wasn't choking you?’

Pulling yourself into his lap, you take his hand and link your pinkies together, 'I promise you my pretty boy. I'd tell you and truly, you weren't hurting me. It was just this once, I swear, I won't break if you touch me.'

You both stay wrapped up in each other's arms under the quilt as the sky outside grows darker. No pressure to speak or move. Both of you feeling at home with the other. Knowing there's not one place in the world you feel more comfortable in than within each other's embrace.

[poopyballz28]

AHH yay ur ask box is back, I hope your doing well :))

I had this dum idea id think you wouldve liked so yaya; sleeping over at their house/apartment short notice because of heavy down poor like rain or maybe its snowing super hard dinefwjiwn i think it would b cute IDK

WELCOME BACK!! your ideas are always amazing and fill my head with ideas so thank you thank you 🫵💋

Some Baki characters taking you in when you're caught in the rain

Baki

• He was just ready to get into bed when he heard the door. He was praying it wasn't some opponent wanting to fight super late.

• He slid it open to see you covered in water, freezing. He ushers you inside and very quickly gets you a towel to dry off with.

• He swiftly makes something warm for you to drink, and he also whips up some hot food for you have as well. He puts a lot of effort in, really wanting you to enjoy it and be impressed by his cooking.

• He gets you a t-shirt and some pants and when you're done changing, you two sit under his kotatsu, eating and chatting about all sorts of things.

• It's been a long time since he's had someone over with him, he feels really joyful having another person there to keep him company, especially that person being you.

• He probably has a spare futon he pulls out for you. He very slickly places it right next to his.

• He can barely fall asleep. Knowing that you're so close to him in bed makes his heart rate double.

• You'll wake up with his arm reached around you, your two faces incredibly close to each other (he's a messy sleeper)

• When he wakes, he's pretty embarrassed about it and apologizes. If you say you enjoyed his cuddling though, he'll be a bit of a blushing mess. He'll hold you a lot more from then on.

Kozue

• She was reading manga in her room late at night when she heard the echoing knock at the door.

• When she opened it to see you, wet and cold from the heavy rain, she immediately lets you in, the concern showing on her face. She then quickly ushers you to her shower, not wanting you to catch a cold.

• Her night clothes are really cute. She wears an oversized t-shirt with cute hello kitty shorts.

• While you shower, she makes some warm tea and gets you a snack.

• As for spare clothes, she has some more oversized shirts and shorts, so she lends them to you for the night. She doesn't mind you borrowing them anyway.

• You two sit in her room and drink the (super fucking delicious) tea she made. The both of you joke around as she super cutely rambles about the plot of the manga she was reading.

• She actually offers for you to stay the night and she timidly asks if maybe...you could sleep in her bed along with her. Her face is completely red asking. When you say yes though, she's overjoyed (but super nervous about it as well) She really wants to get closer to you.

• The both of you very awkwardly squeeze on her bed, faces almost inches apart. Her face is overcome with a deep blush. She slowly reaches her hand over to you and holds you close to her.

• She'll slowly fall asleep, her legs reaching over onto you, as she hugs you close like a fluffy pillow (she's a bit of a messy sleeper as well)

Katou

• He was kinda pissed hearing a loud knock on his door super late into the night. He wasn't dressed or prepared for company whatsoever. Quite honestly, he was ready to throw hands immediately.

• But when he cracks it open to see you soaking wet in front of his apartment doorway, he doesn't really hesitate to unlock the door for you to come in.

• He's surprisingly a little worried about you, and asks if your alright. He gets you a towel and sits you down at his table. He was drinking before you came in, so he'll offer you a cold one.

• For some spare clothes, he gets you some big t-shirt with a cool design and some knee reaching shorts. That night you realize just how baggy his clothing style is. (soulja boy ass fit 😭)

• He's a bit embarrassed to be seen with so little clothing on. He's wearing an oversized hoodie without any pants on, so of course he's a little embarrassed, especially if you tease him about the silly design on his underwear.

• When you have to stay over for the rest of the night, he hesitates and asks if you really have nowhere else to go for the night. He's incredibly nervous. He's never had anyone spend the night with him, especially someone he really likes like you.

• I bet the two of you would stay up all night playing video games and drinking, maybe showing each other your music playlists. He usually pulls all-nighters by himself, but its much funner with you there.

• You'd probably get tired first and lean your head on his shoulder and drift off. He's completely still and his sweet timid mode really shines through. The two of you eventually end up falling asleep cuddled close to each other on his couch.

Katsumi

• He probably just got home from the dojo super late, and already got a little wet from the rain. He'd be just done with his shower when he hears the doorbell to his apartment.

• He would open up the door (with only a towel covering his waist, mind you) to see you soaking wet and shivering. He would quickly get you inside, not realizing how absolutely exposed he is.

• He's a little embarrassed at first, but he may say some shitty flirtatious comment when he catches you staring at him (couldn't blame you them tiddies are HUGE)

• He would get dressed quickly and do everything he possibly could for you. Food, water, whatever you need he wont hesitate to give it you. When you finish drying off, he'll get you a warm blanket. He really loves giving you attention, especially if you give some back to him.

• He'll lend you some clothes that are definitely a little too big for you. The shirt tends to drift down your shoulder often.

• He lets you chill out on his bed with him as he tells silly stories from the dojo. The two of you laugh and chat throughout the late night. Your smile really lights him up, he thinks it's absolutely beautiful.

• The both of you would be laying down staring up at his ceiling together, as he gently reaches his hand over to yours and squeezes. He doesn't want this time with you to end.

• You both fall asleep talking with each other, your hands still interlocked. Katsumi couldn't be happier.

Kureha

• He usually stays up late reading through medical books or finishing up some papers from work, the heavy rain helping him focus. But he didn't exactly expect a knock on a his door at such a late time of night.

• When he opens to see you soaked, he lets you in and leads you to his shower. He was clearly a bit concerned for you, although him showing concern was a bit rare, you could tell he didn't want you catching a cold.

• He sets out some clothes for you. A big, white button up shirt with the smallest pair of shorts he could find lying around.

• By the time you get out of the shower, you see he's sitting at his bar with two wine glasses in front of him. He waves you over for a drink with him.

• Whenever he's with you, he feels his nerves calm. He feels he could truly speak to you about anything. You're incredibly beloved to him.

• He unties his ponytail and gently takes off his glasses, letting you get a good look at his gentle eyes and beautiful locks flowing down his back. He turns to you and shows you a small smile. You don't see him smile like that too often. You must be pretty special.

• You two spend most of the night chatting and having some more drinks. You never see him relax like he does with you.

• He offers you a side on his bed to sleep on. The way he elegantly takes off his button up for bed is pretty distracting. He's hella pretty.

• He might go in for the kiss and smooch you on the forehead before you two fall asleep. He truly cares about you. He hasn't cared so much about someone since his little brother.

[mintmoth]

Everyone's encouraging Jamil (honestly same, I'm living for the chaos) but nobody thinks about Kalim-- yeah sure you're maybe a teeny lil bit stupid for trusting people as blindly as you do but my son 😭

OH MAN while I do love making jokes about Jamil going batshit and losing it and being like "You're doing great hon" it's mainly since I just really high key relate to him lmao. Honestly this book from Kalim's side absolutley breaks my heart

Like, it's very obvious that Kalim absolutley adores Jamil and sees Jamil as his best friend till the end, only to find out he's been actively manipulated and that Jamil is boiling over with resentment

Which of course makes sense, seeing as how Jamil has never been allowed to do his best and shine and just Be Himself. Granted, it was the adults in his life reminding him to let Kalim win, let Kalim do better, you can't be more special then Kalim- as if he's some spoiled temperamental child who will throw a fit if anyone is better then him. But he's not. He never has been.

Only after everything settles we see Kalim completely forget he was going to be mad at Jamil and instead simply be relieved that he's alive and alright, and within moments is even back to talking about how great he is. Like, Kalim has only ever wanted Jamil to be able to be himself. To be able to do his best. He just didn't know Jamil was never allowed to.

He wasn't allowed to know how much Jamil was hurting and he only learned once it was far, far too late to do anything constructive.

And YES they do end up having a healthier and more open friendship afterwards and I love it but the hurt Kalim must be feeling from it all is a lot to think about. And yeah it's often played for laughs (like him referring to the incident in the manga as a time Jamil was just really upset with him) but there's also hints that Kalim tries to keep a lot of his worries inside due to his more people pleasing attitude

IDK not to go on a whole big thing, really it's a very emotional and complex book regarding both characters and honestly it's part of why it's my favorite, it's heart wrenching if you think about everything for too long